Lyrics of The Sunday evening blues

VERSE 1
The sun is coming up now
It's rising way too soon
The last time I looked
I was looking at the moon
It's proudly showing off
Orange and yellow hues
It must be Monday morning
I'm seeing all the cues
I just got off the phone
With the Sunday Evening Blues

VERSE 2
Slowly I get up
And stumble out of bed
I make a pot of coffee
To ease my aching head
The weekend is too short for me
The work week is too long
But I got to get myself to work
To survive and get along
I’m seeing all the cues
It’s the Sunday Evening Blues

CHORUS
It's a five-day climb
For a two-day view
Trading my dreams for these heavy shoes
I'm thankful for the pay but I'm paying my dues
To the rhythm and the rhyme
Of the Sunday Evening Blues
Yeah, I'm living on the edge
On the edge of those Sunday Evening Blues

VERSE 3
Why can't I win the lottery?
Or write a hit song
I could start robbing banks I guess
But I know that would be wrong
So off to work I go
Feeling numb and feeling meek
For eight hours a day
And forty hours a week
I’m already thinking of all the cues
anticipating the Sunday Evening Blues

VERSE 4
I'm thankful for this job
I'm thankful for the pay
But Lord sweet Lord I wish I didn't
Have to do this every day
But just like clockwork
Friday always comes around
It's time to have some fun
Go out and paint the town
Don’t think too far ahead
Don’t think of all the cues
And don’t think about those Sunday Evening Blues

BRIDGE
Friday is a neon light
It's a wide open door
I'm a king for a minute
I don't worry 'bout the floor
Saturday's a heartbeat
It's a laugh and a toast
But Sunday is a shadow. It keeps creeping in
And it's what I fear the most
The sun starts to dip and the cold starts to creep
And Monday starts calling while I'm trying to sleep

CHORUS
It's a five-day climb
For a two-day view
Trading my dreams for these heavy shoes
I'm thankful for the pay but I'm paying my dues
To the rhythm and the rhyme
Of the Sunday Evening Blues
Yeah, I'm living on the edge
On the edge of those Sunday Evening Blues

VERSE 5
Spend some hard earned money
And visit all my friends
But I know it's just a cycle
It's one that never ends
I'm back at home now
I've just kicked off my shoes
It's late Sunday evening
I'm watching the Evening news

VERSE 6
The anchor man is talking
About the Sunday evening blues
He said the weekend’s almost over
And that’s the latest news
In just a few short hours
He smiled with a smirk
He paused and cleared his throat
You’ll have to go back to work" HaHa

VERSE 7 (OUTRO)
He turned me off so I turned him off
Then laid down and began to snooze
To clear my mind Of those unkind Sunday Evening blues
Those Sunday evening blues
The Sunday evening blues
Sunday evening blues

Those dog gone blues

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