Lyrics The Week Of Living Dangerously - Steve Earle, The Dukes

The Week Of Living Dangerously

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