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The world's out of order My life is a mess I need a weekend of chillin' To help decompress A few days of football And drinks and good friends Will fix up my mood And get this blackness to end My wife's with another And my car died en route To my place of employment So, I got the boot The dog found a new friend he met up with a skunk And what's left of my house Has a wonderful funk I'm sitting here working on Sunday's headache Even though it's still only Friday I'm running a tab, cause the bank's overdrawn It's a bourbon and beer and a rye day My ex called this morning Said our daughters in jail And she has no money to help pay the bail That black cloud of dismal Still over my head I should have rolled over And stayed home in bed They say your problems happen in threes Multiply that by five And it happened to me So it's time to move on Sit and chill for a while Forget all the crap And just sit, drink, and smile I'm sitting here working on Sunday's headache Even though it's still only Friday I'm running a tab, cause the bank's overdrawn It's a bourbon and beer and a rye day
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
Working on Sunday's Headache on Friday
The world's out of order My life is a mess I need a weekend of chillin' To help decompress A few days of football And drinks and good friends Will fix up my mood And get this blackness to end My wife's with another And my car died en route To my place of employment So, I got the boot The dog found a new friend he met up with a skunk And what's left of my house Has a wonderful funk I'm sitting here working on Sunday's headache Even though it's still only Friday I'm running a tab, cause the bank's overdrawn It's a bourbon and beer and a rye day My ex called this morning Said our daughters in jail And she has no money to help pay the bail That black cloud of dismal Still over my head I should have rolled over And stayed home in bed They say your problems happen in threes Multiply that by five And it happened to me So it's time to move on Sit and chill for a while Forget all the crap And just sit, drink, and smile I'm sitting here working on Sunday's headache Even though it's still only Friday I'm running a tab, cause the bank's overdrawn It's a bourbon and beer and a rye day
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
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