From the album Rip It Up!

Lyrics

DRUNK EVERY SUNDAY

She called me up just the other night
Said something about like we had a fight
But I just couldn’t remember cos them beers were flowing
Them drinks kept going on

She says she’s tired of this crying game
We were once in love now it’s just a shame
Says she’s leaving in the morning
On this Greyhound boarding she’s got to get going home

I didn’t mean to hurt you never meant to make you cry

She’s leaving on that Friday
Well I’ll be drinking on that Saturday
Got her picture in my pocket but I just couldn’t stop her
I guess I’ll just go raise hell

Lying all alone in this dirty down motel
From getting drunk every Sunday

I found that bottle in a cheap bar
I got so drunk that I didn’t get far
With them blue lights flashing
And them handcuffs scratching deep into my dead skin

Next day in that dead dirt cell
The night I can’t remember but I felt like hell
Now I’m missing all them mornings
We were laughing and a talking I wish we could just live again

I didn’t mean to hurt you
Never meant to make you cry
I want to say I’m sorry guess I got to say good-bye

She’s leaving on that Friday
Well I’ll be drinking on that Saturday
Got her picture in my pocket but I just couldn’t stop her
So I guess I’ll just go raise hell

Lying all alone in this dirty down motel
From getting drunk every Sunday

Yeh late night loving on them streets we were running
Our way from that county line
Driving up in that truck we were living on luck
Laughing learning loving time

She’s leaving on that Friday
Well I’ll be drinking on that Saturday
Got that whiskey chilling dropping in that Bob Dillon
Singing about farewells

Well I’ll be hurting on that Monday
And missing her in every single way
Got her picture in my pocket but I just couldn’t stop her
So I guess I’ll just go raise hell

Lying all alone in this dirty down motel
From getting drunk every Sunday