Steve Earle - The Week Of Living Dangerously Lyrics
I got out of work and I headed for the neighborhood beer jointI sat around and had a beer with the boys like I always doWell I didnt have nothin to say anyway there aint no pointTheres just something bout a monday that always makes me blueWell it was well after dark so I knew my wife and kids were waitinAnd I guess I took a left where I generally take a rightWell I filled her up with gas, checked the oil at the texaco stationI threw the car seat in the dumpster and headed off into the nightWoo-ohh-ooh-ooh-oohTheres somethin bout a monday that always makes me blueWell I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinylI hadnt never had her up past 55 beforeWell somethin bout that little red line always looked so finalBuddy youd be surprised how fast a chevrolet truck can go* now, down in mexico theyve got a little place called boystownWhere a mans still a man if you know what Im talkin aboutWell, I walked into the cadillac bar and I laid my cash downI said theres 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 laredoWith a headache and a deputy staring at me through the doorWell he said now how you got across that river alive, I dont knowBut your wife just made your bail so now youre really dead for sureNow my wife, she called my boss and cried so I got my job backAnd the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at meYea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right trackWell, but thats a small price to pay for a week of living dangerouslyYeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-weeThats a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously
