How can it a-be late in the morning? Night was a-here a second ago Can it a-be me sitting on Sunday Looking for a place to go Was it a dream, did she go leave me? Guess it was I’d stay up all night Can it a-be me sitting on Sunday Crying for Saturday night Oh, no, no, no Now Jessica what have you done to me Oh, no, no, no Now Jessica what have you done to me What were the words, I can’t remember Saying to me good luck and good bye What good a town when a young man Can’t find him a place to cry How can it a-be so late in the morning? Night was a-here a second ago I’m up a tree a-sitting on Sunday Looking for a face to know Oh, no, no, no Now Jessica what have you done to me Oh, no, no, no Now Jessica what have you done to me A poolin’ stone, I throw in there There’s a lit…tle rip...ple Well that I’m into looking down at the sky…