I get the blues, most every Sunday, cause my baby's gone away.
I get the blues, cause that's my only time I get to spend my day.
Reading a book, watching TV, cooking for myself, laying around in my nightgown.
What else can I say?
I get the blues, most every Sunday, cause my baby's gone away.
I get the blues, it ain't no fun day, cause my baby's gone away.
Ooh, yeah.
Mmm, yeah, mm, yeah.
Mmm, yeah, mm, yeah.
I get the blues, most every Sunday, cause my baby's gone away.
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah.
Oh, yeah, mm, yeah.
Mmm, yeah, mm, yeah.
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah.
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah.
Mmm, yeah, mm, yeah.
guitar solo
My man's working Sunday
To make ends meet
We got to pay the bills
When the piper comes to greet
The man's moonlighting
But that ain't frightening
Still he's so strong
When he goes home he wants to play
I get the blues
Most every Sunday
Cause my baby's gonna win
I get the blues
It ain't no fun day
That's the price we have to pay
Yeah
Working on a cool Sunday
But double time is real good pay
And when he gets home
It's gonna be okay
I'll fix him dinner
With a glass of wine
Then I'm gonna laugh
Until he loses his mind
Yeah
Forgetting about me
Forget about a blues bedtime
Forget about a blues bedtime