Lyrics: Moir, Mahoney
Music: Moir, Mahoney
Sung by Jon Graboff with Phil Lesh & Friends.
A man named William Morgan took his girl to see a play
And on the journey homeward, they stopped into a cafe
As soon as they got seated, Liza grabbed the bill of fare
She called the waiter and she ordered everything was there
Bill says, I know you're hungry, girl, and I don't like to squeal
But who do you suppose is going to pay for such a meal
You may have known me pretty long
But you sure have got my initials wrong
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.
There is no bank on Wall Street that belongs to me
You may have known me pretty long
But you sure have got my initials wrong
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.
Bill Morgan married Liza, thinking he could change her ways
But what she did to William, first, I'm most ashamed to say
Whenever she'd go shopping, she'd buy everything she'd see
And what she couldn't pay for, had it sent home C.O.D.
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.
There is no Texas oil well that belongs to me
You may have known me pretty long
But you sure have got my initials wrong
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.
One day six big delivery wagons back up to Bill's door
They asked him to accept the goods while they went back for more
It didn't take Bill very long to grab his hat and coat
When Liza she returned again, she found this little note
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.
You must think I own a railroad company
You may have known me pretty long
But you sure have got my initials wrong
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J.P.