The Week of Living Dangerously
Steve Earle
Well I got outa 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 and well there aint no point
There’s something about a Monday that always makes me blue
Well it was way after dark so I knew my wife and kids were waitin’ E
And I guess I took a left where I generally take a right D
Well I filled ‘er up with gas and checked the oil at the Texaco station E
I threw the car seat into the dumpster and headed out into the night
BRIDGE
Woooo-ooo-oo-oo blue mood. (moon?) E
There’s somethin’ ‘bout a Monday that always makes me blue
Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for Baudo(?)
I’d never had the truck up past 75 before D
Well there’s something ‘bout that little red line always looked so final
Buddy you’d be surprised how fast a Chevrolet truck can go
Now in Mexico they got a little place called Boy’s Town
Where a man is 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
BRIDGE
Woooo-ooo-oo-oo blue mood. (moon?)
There’s somethin’ ‘bout a Monday that always makes me blue
Instrumental break
Well I woke up in the county jail across the line in Laredo
I had a headache and the deputy was a starin’ at me through the door
He said “how you got across that river alive I don’t know,
But you wife just made your bail so now your in her debt for sure.”
Now my wife she called my boss and she lied so I got my job back
And the boys down at the plant they whisper and stare at me
Well my wife she finds 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
Woooo-ooo-ooo-oo blue me
That’s a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously