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Louis Armstrong - Early Every Morn Lyrics

[Verse]
Everybody in this world's
Got one thing that they crave
And when they get just what they want
Then you'll hear them rave
Poor folks crave swell clothes and money
And the rich folks crave the gold
But all I crave is loving
That will satisfy my soul

[Chorus]
Lord, early every morn, I like a little loving
Early every morn, I like a little hugging
And when he kisses me, Lordy knows
A funny feeling goes from my head to my toes
His kisses, gee, are just like a master
They stick to me just like a mustard plaster
That kind of lovin' I crave
I don't care it takes me to my grave
Just so I get my loving, Lord, early every morn

[Chorus]
His kisses, gee, are just like a master
They stick to me just like a mustard plaster
That kind of lovin' I crave
I don't care it takes me to my grave
Just so I can get my correct loving, Lord, early every morn