Holding On to Good

Baby, I'm not waiting
 I'm just holding on to good
 It's still early, it's still more than I should
 I'm off to Carolina
 I'm gonna wear my mama's boots
 We may be parted, but that don't cut us at the roots
 'Cause in the morning, in the morning
 Sometimes I think about the way you held me
 In the morning, in the morning
 Sometimes I think about the way you held me
 It's colder in November
 The leaves are turnin' on the limbs
 The color's brightest just before the branches thin
 And, yes, I still remember
 But I am trying to begin
 I met a new love and I'm growing into him
 But in the morning, in the morning
 Sometimes I think about the way you held me
 In the morning, in the morning
 Sometimes I think about the way you held me
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 I see a new flag rising on an old flagpole
 A shotgun fired in the firing hole
 I'll let the snow keep falling 'til my world is white
 I don't need your hand tonight
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 In the morning, in the morning
 Morning, in the morning
 In the morning, in the morning
 Morning, in the morning
 In the morning, in the morning
 Morning
 In the morning, in the morning
 Morning
 In the morning, in the morning
 Morning
 In the morning
 Sometimes I think about the way you held me