Til The Morning Comes
Listen on Spotify © 2026, Eric K. Holbrook Came in laughin’, boots all slidin’, swore I wouldn’t stay Met O’Malley winkin’, thinkin’ “sure we’ll just behave” First pint foamin’, second roamin’, third one hit the floor By the fourth we’re singin’, swingin’ right into the door Lift it, tip it, pass it, sip it, don’t you let it drop Clap it, tap it, spin around and never ever stop Laughin’, crashin’, boots are bashin’ louder than a drum If you’re breathin’, you’re not leavin’ till the mornin’ comes Fiddle racin’, table shakin’, someone lost a hat Nora’s shoutin’, cousin countin’ how much we’re at Tom fell dancin’, kept on prancin’, never missed a beat Blamed the ceiling for his feelin’ dizzy in the feet Lift it, tip it, don’t you drop it Clap it, tap it, never stop it Laughin’, crashin’, here we come Not leavin’ till the mornin’ comes Billy flirtin’, nearly certain he’s a movie star Got rejected, still perfected leanin’ on the bar Sally shoutin’, “no more countin’...
