Sunday Morning Blues

I caught you across the room last night in that little black dress

I fell in the whiskey and I wound up a mess

Thought I'd moved on but I was wrong, I guess

I've got the Sunday morning blues

That ol' coffee pot has given up on me

These Jack Daniels eyes are too bloodshot to see

A worn-out celling fan's humming “Oh Lonesome Me”

And I've got the Sunday morning blues

Church bells ringing, choir singing

“When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder I'll Be There”

Sun's shining, fish are biting

But I'm still in my underwear

The neighbors and the bookies are waiting on football

And this California king feels like my back's to the wall

I'd be waiting around forever if I was waiting on your call

I've got the Sunday morning blues

Church bells ringing, choir singing

“Just As I Am”

I got to get going, get these ol' wheels rollin'

But the blues, they don't give a damn

I step out for a cigarette to clear my head

And try not to think about them old words in red

So I just pop the top off another one instead

I got the Sunday morning blues

I got the Sunday morning blues