The Week Of Living Dangerously - Steve Earle, The Dukes

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 didnt have nothin to say anyway there aint no point

Theres 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

Theres somethin bout a monday that always makes me blue

Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl

I hadnt never had her up past 55 before

Well somethin bout that little red line always looked so final

Buddy youd be surprised how fast a chevrolet truck can go Where a mans still a man if you know what Im talkin about

Well, I walked into the cadillac bar and I laid my cash down

I said «theres plenty more where that came from"and the lights went out

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 dont know

But your wife just made your bail so now youre 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 thats a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously

Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee

Thats a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously