Steve Earle - The Week of Living Dangerously lyrics

Well I got out of work and I
Headed for the neighborhood beer joint
I sat around and had a beer with
The boys like I always do
Well I didn't have nothing to say anyway
There ain't no point
There's something about a Monday that
Always makes me blue

Well it was well after dark so I
Knew my wife and kids were waiting
And I guess I took a left
Where I generally take a right
Well I filled her up with gas and
Checked the oil at the Texaco station
I threw the car seat in a dumpster
And I headed out into the night

Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh
There's something about a Monday
That always makes me blue

Well I headed south on 35, hellbent for vinyl
I hadn't never had her up past 55 before
Well something about that little red
Line always looked so final
Buddy, you'd be surprised how fast
A Chevrolet truck can go

Now down in Mexico
They've got a little place called Boystown
Where a man's still a man if
You know what I'm talking about
Well I walked into the Cadillac bar
And I laid my cash down i said
"There's plenty more where that came from"
And the lights went out

Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh
There's something about a Monday
That always makes me blue

Well I woke up in a county
Jail across the line in Laredo
I had a headache and a deputy
Staring at me through the door
He said, "How you got
Across that river alive, i don't know
But, your wife just made your bail
So now you're really dead for sure"

Now my wife
She called my boss and she lied and
So I got my job back
And the boys down at the plant
Whisper and stare at me
Well my wife can find a lot of little
Jobs to keep me on the right track
That's a small price to pay for
A week of living dangerously

Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh
There's something about a Monday
That always makes me blue