Testo Sunday Blues

Well I ain't done much of nothing today
Just tried to get over this hangover somehow someway
There wasn't no good news up on channel 2
God here they come again they just let themselves in
Them lowdown Sunday Blues
I got up in time for breakfast at the café down the street
I'm not much on their food there but there's a waitress that I love to see
Sometimes it's hard fightin back the tears cause she looks so much like you Oh thery're blowin in on that cold winter wind
Them low down Sunday Blues

Friday I got drunk and howled at the moon
Saturday I just got stoned
I talked to every pretty girl I saw but I woke up all alone
If I had the choice to choose
You know I'd choose to lose them low down Sunday Blues

Well I guess I'll get up and drive down to the bar
Or I could probably use the walk you know it really isn't all that far
Just to have me one last cigarette maybe a drink or two
Here I go again I just do myself in
I bring down these Sunday Blues