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I got out of work and i headed for the neighborhood beer joint |
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I sat around and had a beer with the boys like i always do |
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Well i didn't have nothin' to say anyway there ain't no point |
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There's just something 'bout a monday that always makes me blue |
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Well it was well after dark so i knew my wife and kids were waitin' |
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And i guess i took a left where i generally take a right |
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Well i filled her up with gas, checked the oil at the texaco station |
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I threw the car seat in the dumpster and headed off into the night |
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Woo-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh |
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There's somethin' 'bout a monday that always makes me blue |
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Well i headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl |
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I hadn't never had her up past 55 before |
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Well somethin' 'bout that little red line always looked so final |
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Buddy you'd be surprised how fast a chevrolet truck can go |
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* now, down in mexico they've got a little place called boystown |
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Where a man's still a man if you know what i'm talkin' about |
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Well, i walked into the cadillac bar and i laid my cash down |
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I said 'there's plenty more where that came from' and the lights went out |
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* (this verse is not included on the official lyrics sheet, but is included on the recording) |
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Well i woke up in a county jail 'cross the line in laredo |
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With a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door |
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Well he said 'now how you got across that river alive, i don't know |
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But your wife just made your bail so now you're really dead for sure' |
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Now my wife, she called my boss and cried so i got my job back |
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And the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at me |
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Yea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track |
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Well, but that's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously |
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Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee |
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That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously |
