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Lyrics for 'The Week Of Living Dangerously' by 'Steve Earle'
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 Nothin' To Say Anyway There Ain't No Point
There's Just Something 'bout A Monday That Always Makes Me Blue
Well It Was Well After Dark So I Knew My Wife And Kids Were Waitin'
And I Guess I Took A Left Where I Generally Take A Right
Well I Filled Her Up With Gas, Checked The Oil At The Texaco Station
I Threw The Car Seat In The Dumpster And Headed Off Into The Night
Woo-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
There's Somethin' 'bout A Monday That Always Makes Me Blue
Well I Headed South On 35 Hell Bent For Vinyl
I Hadn't Never Had Her Up Past 55 Before
Well Somethin' 'bout 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 Talkin' 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
* (this Verse Is Not Included On The Official Lyrics Sheet, But Is Included On The Recording)
Well I Woke Up In A County Jail 'cross The Line In Laredo
With A Headache And A Deputy Staring At Me Through The Door
Well He Said "now 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 Cried So I Got My Job Back
And The Boys Down At The Plant, They Whisper And Stare At Me
Yea Well My Wife Can Find A Lot Of Little Jobs To Keep Me On The Right Track
Well, But That's A Small Price To Pay For A Week Of Living Dangerously
Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee
That's A Small Price To Pay For A Week Of Living Dangerously
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