This
Old
Kitchen
kitchen table
Seem mornings far better than this
With a cold cup of coffee
In the place of a warm lovin' kiss
I've been awake all night long
And the day's still ahead
And I wish you'd been lovin'
Some other poor fella instead
You know it's a slow burn,
coming over my mind
It don't get no better, just deeper inside
If I could get free of my senses,
I'd never return
All I've got now is a long time and a slow,
slow burn
I'll go o the mountains
Where the rivers run down, stretch wide
And say good -bye,
Carolina
With my guitar right here by my side
Time just goes crawling by on
its hands and its knees
On the outskirts of somewhere,
just waiting for the next bus to leave
You know it's a slow burn,
coming over my mind
It don't get no better, just deeper inside
If I could get free of my senses,
I'd never return
All I've got now is a long
time and a slow, burn
All I've got now is a long time,