The Week of Living Dangerously lyrics |
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I got out of 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 anyway there ain’t no point
There’s just something ’bout a monday that always makes me blue
Well it was well after dark so I knew my wife and kids were waitin’
And I guess I took a left where I generally take a right
Well I filled her up with gas, checked the oil at the texaco station
I threw the car seat in the dumpster and headed off into the night
Woo-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
There’s somethin’ ’bout a monday that always makes me blue
Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl
I hadn’t never had her up past 55 before
Well somethin’ ’bout that little red line always looked so final
Buddy you’d be surprised how fast a chevrolet truck can go
* now, down in mexico they’ve got a little place called boystown
Where a man’s 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
* (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 laredo
With a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door
Well he said now how you got across that river alive, I don’t know
But your wife just made your bail so now you’re really dead for sure
Now my wife, she called my boss and cried so I got my job back
And the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at me
Yea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track
Well, but that’s a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously
Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee
That’s a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously |
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