Monday Morning Blues Lyrics

I woke up Tuesday morning I was all alone

Found a name and number sitting by my phone

Couldn't be right but I know it ain't wrong

Waking up in the morning all alone

I woke up Wednesday morning I was all alone

Found my bottle of whiskey was all but gone

Stare into the eyes of a violent sun

Waking up in the morning all alone

Every day of the week well I wake up late

A little bit poorer and more heartache

My stomach is turning and my head does ache

And this happens every day when I wake up late

The bottle is always empty and the women they always leave

Every single damn time like you wouldn't believe

Never get a chance to have a word to breathe

And this happens every day of the damn week

I woke up Thursday morning and my place is a mess

Just need a place for my head to rest

I know it ain't great, no it ain't the best

Waking up in the morning in a place I detest

I woke up Friday morning in a state of unrest

Feeling like I just took a slug to the chest

Every single day I feel a little bit less

Waking up in the morning like a slug to the chest

Every day of the week well I wake up late

A little bit poorer and more heartache

My stomach is turning and my head does ache

And this happens every day when I wake up late

The bottle is always empty and the women they always leave

Every single damn time like you wouldn't believe

Never get a chance to have a word to breathe

And this happens every day of the damn week

I woke up Saturday morning with my face on the floor

Laying next to another woman I never seen before

Could be a saint or she could be a whore

Waking up in the morning with my face on the floor

I woke up Sunday morning on the Sabbath day

Asking the Lord's forgiveness for the way I behaved

Will I damned or will I be saved?

Never know until I wake up in the morning Monday

Every day of the week well I wake up late

A little bit poorer and more heartache

My stomach is turning and my head does ache

And this happens every day when I wake up late

The bottle is always empty

And the women they always leave

Never get a chance to have a word to breathe

And this happens

Every day

Of the

Week