Drunk On Sunday

Lyrics/Music: Don de Leaumont

Wish I had a nickel, for every time that I woke up on the floor.

Or in a bed with another drunken whore in a room in only god knows where.

They don’t make ‘em like they used to, nowhere near as strong as I used to be.

The years aint been too kind to me, as a matter of fact they’re mean as hell.

            Sleeping away, another day,

cuz the day don’t start until the sun goes down.

            I’m drunk on Sunday what the hell am I doin’, hangin’ round.

Thinking back on my younger years, and how I never got to play up on the stage.

Guess I wasn’t all the rage, or the weeks biggest trend.

Now they put me in a corner, with a jar and a few PBRs.

You might say, I never got very far, at least I’m doin’ what I wanna do.

            CHOURS > OUT