The Week of Living Dangerously (1987/live in Raleigh, NC) Songtext
von Steve Earle

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 didn′t have nothin' to say anyway there ain′t no point
There's 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
There′s somethin' ′bout a Monday that always makes me blue


Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl
I hadn't never had her up past 55 before
Well somethin′ 'bout that little red line always looked so final
Buddy you′d be surprised how fast a Chevrolet truck can go

Now, down in Mexico they've got a little place called Boystown
Where a man's still a man if you know what I′m talkin′ about
Well, I walked into the Cadillac bar and I laid my cash down
I said "there's 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 don't know
But your wife just made your bail so now you′re 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 that's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously


Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee
That′s a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously