Good Morning Rose

Driving the beat this late, early morning Freeport hates a cop
But I'm a good man's hand to bet on
And I need a pick me up, its a rose I used to love
Burning down west 7th street

Maybe you're my winding road
Its no use driving it alone, all alone

And so rose, let the morning in your golden hair
Be a little moment in my overhead lights as you drive away
And rose, well Velasco won't be the same town
Now that I'm in love with a woman, and you sure look good you know
And it's a good, good morning rose

I've got a one track mind I found somewhere down a thin blue line
It left my conscience in the dust
But rose, you lift me up, teach me a wilder kind of love
And now I understand

Maybe you're my one-two punch
Maybe I think too much, I always think too much

And so rose, let the morning in your golden hair
Be a little moment in my overhead lights as you drive away
And rose, well Velasco won't be the same town
Now that I'm in love with a woman, and you sure look good you know
And it's a good, good morning rose