In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning lyrics

In the wee small hours of the morning

When John Q. Citizen is in his bed

I get to thinkin' bout my baby

Then the blues come down, and circle 'round my head

In the wee small hours of the morning

There's just a piano playin' in me

He's playing songs I sang to baby

Funny how it can bring back a memory

Man, the kicks we had together

Plenty of laughs, and not a care

Come to think about it that tells the story

The story of the whole affair

But in the wee small hours of the morning

It gets too strong for the life of me

I get to longin' for my baby

And any fool can plainly see

That the wee small hours of the morning

Are just misery to me

But in the wee small hours of the morning

It gets to strong for the life of me

I get to longin' for my baby

And any fool can plainly see

That the wee small hours of the morning

Are just misery to me