Monday Morning Blues

Rolled into town about supper time

My pen was broke my typewriter was fine

Just hoping to find something to move my mind

All I saw was an old lady just standing there crying

Used to be simple, I guess so

Or else nobody was willing to show

Just maybe what they were going through

I just ate my lunch and passed on through

I woke up on Monday in the morning hour

Drove through a meadow of  beaten old flowers

Wishing I was smelling the morning dew

Instead I woke up here on Monday feeling blue

What's the reason of feeling this way

Some people won't tell me, some will just say

There's an old story it went this way

I'd just get bored and walk away  

My suitcase was tattered, my thoughts were clean

I painted a picture of some nice scenery

Thought it might just improve my mood

But it made me mad and I threw it across the room

I woke up on Monday in the morning hour

Drove through a meadow of beaten old flowers

Wishing I was smelling the morning dew

Instead I woke up here on Monday feeling blue

Hey hey lady, can I talk to you?

My brother disowned me, my hound dog too

Could you spare me just a few

So I can buy a cigarette and a Mountain Dew

I haven't had much luck right about now

I lost my girlfriend, someone shot my cow

I guess that's all I have to say

Before I swing here to another day

I woke up on Monday in the morning hour

Drove through a meadow of dandelion flowers

Wishing I was somewhere next to you

Instead I'm 12 feet under smelling some old man's shoes

Well it's monday morning and I'm lying here under the dew