Well it’s floodin’ down in Texas,
All of the telephone lines are down.
Well it’s floodin’ down in Texas,
All of the telephone lines are down.
And I’ve been tryin’ to call my baby,
Lord and I can’t get a single sound.
Don’t judge me,
You could be me in another life; in another set of circumstances.
Don’t judge me,
One more night I’ll just have to take my chances,
But tomorrow, we’ll see.
There’s a tear in my beer
‘cause I’m cryin’ for you,dear
you are on my lonely mind.
Feeling funny in my mind Lord,
believe I’m fixing to die.
Feeling funny in my mind Lord,
believe I’m fixin to,
I don’t mind dying
but I’d sure hate to leave my children crying.
BUT NOW,tUESDAY’S GONE AND
But now Tuesday’s Gone forever nd you
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays.
Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time
Shoulda kept it every Thursday Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers and a game of pool.
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday’s child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run
Tuesday I get a little sideways.
Wednesday I feel better just for spite.
Wednesday just won’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind
Friday night, I crashed your party. Saturday, I said I’m sorry.
It’s not Saturday night Sunday morning
There was so much more I meant to say to you
As I was walking down the street one day,
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch
And I said…
I say it’s one o’clock, 2 o’clock, 3 o’clock, 4 o’clock, 5 o’clock, 6 o’clock it’s spooling after dinner
Any time at all, all you gotta do is call, and I’ll be there.
It’s almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let’s all get Dixie fried.
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I’ll never get enough
Emotions come, I don’t know why
Cover up love’s alibi
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call of a dog, cry of a bitch,
Cream of the dream is the cause of the itch.
Call on the doctor, cash on demand,
If you get enough rope, might even hang.
C.O.D. : Care of the devil,
C.O.D. : The devil in me.
C.O.D. : Care of the devil.
Care of the devil in me.