I Get The Blues

I get the blues most every Sunday 'cause my baby's gone Away. I get the blues 'cause that's my Only time I get to spend my Day. Reading a book or watching TV, Cooking for myself. Laying around in my nightgown, What else can I say? I get the blues most every Sunday 'cause my baby's gone Away. I get the blues, it ain't no Fun day, 'cause my baby's gone Away. Ooh, yeah. My man's working Sunday to make ends Meet. We got to pay the bills when the piper Comes to greet. The man's moonlighting but that ain't Frightening. Still he's so strong, when he comes home he Wants to play. I get the blues most every Sunday 'cause my baby's gone away. I get the blues, it ain't No fun day. That's the price we have to pay. Yeah. Working on a cool Sunday. Yeah. But double time is real good pay. Yeah. And when he gets home it's gonna be Okay. Oh, I'll fix him dinner with a glass of Wine. Then I'm gonna love him till he loses his Mind. Yeah. Forget about the blues bad time. Mm. Forget about the blues bad time.