The Bright Morning Light

She was a waitress in a West Texas dance hall

I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand

I called her honey when she brought my whiskey

And later, I left there holding her hand

Then we walked down the street to a tumbled down hotel

Where she had a room on a cold second floor

And that room looked like hell

Just a bed and a table

A shade on the window

And a lock on the door

I said to myself

"She's cheap and she's easy

But she don't look half bad

I'll stay for the night"

But I'll leave when it's early

'Cause I've got this feeling

She won't look so good

In the bright morning light

Yeah, I've known some devils

And I've known some angels

I once had a woman on the Mexico line

But I've never been touched

Like that woman touched me

She laid there beside me

Crawled in my mind

And we talked and we smoked

And made love 'til morning

The sun came a-streaming through a hole in the shade

And it felt like a spotlight on her face and her body

And it hung like a halo 'round the bed where we lay

I said to myself

"She's cheap and she's easy

But she don't look half bad

I guess I'll stay for the night"

Well, I tell you, boys, that was five years ago, and

Lord God, what a woman

She still looks as good in the bright morning light