Recording and Mixing Dates: Recorded September 5 and 22, 2016. Mixed September 22, 2016.
Genesis: I wrote the lyrics on July 2, 2009 in one sitting. I couldn’t find the right music until March 27, 2011.
The lyrics were written two years before I retired from my day job. It is a fantasy about how my days would be spent—waking early, sipping coffee, and writing. I think the song is heavily shaped by two of my favorite songwriting craftsmen, Guy Clark and Rodney Crowell.
Theresa laughed when I told her the gist of the song—I never get out of bed in the morning before her. That’s true. I also have to walk the dog and the cats have to be fed. As I said, it is a pleasant fantasy.
The arrangement is based on the Clark/Crowell Texas singer-songwriter sound. A pretty nylon-string guitar, a sweet accordion, and a short swell of pedal steel guitar give the song a mellow, morning treatment.
Production: Bass Guitar, Acoustic Guitars, Accordion, Pedal Steel, and Drums.
Sitting on the porch
The sun appears
A rabbit scampers by
The cobwebs clear
A mug of coffee
Pad and pen
For me to spend
Time inside a place where I belong
Listening for another morning song
In my younger days
I worked the night
The world made much more sense
In black and white
Into the darkness
I would fly
To seize the words
Out of the sky
I had no doubts judging right from wrong
A bird of night with his evening song
All things settle
And come to rest
Some feel cursed
Some feel blessed
Some free and clear
The chips always fall where they may
She’s sleeping in our bed
Just down the hall
When she gets up
She’ll scan my messy scrawl
I might just have
Some lines she likes
Some may end up
Called third strikes
In time I’ll have enough to string along
One more child one more morning song
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