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Nous y ajoutons tous les mots inconnus.

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Sunday

 

Sunday

(album: Welcome To Dodge City - 2016)


Hey
Yeah, you know it's bottle
Yeah Markie ah-ya-ya-ya
Hey Markie gimme that right there

Caught a fish on Monday
By Tuesday the scales be gone
Wednesday I'm getting fired again
From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday)
Friday I'll have a drink with my friends
Saturday I'll be drinking alone (Yeah)
But don't you call me on Sunday
'Cause on Sunday, (Yeah, yeah) Sunday I'll be staying home

And you can tell my boss I ain't coming in today
I been working overtime and I'm feeling like a slave
'Cause I punch in, punch out, and my time has run out
But this time I'm running out like money in my bank account
Me work all day at this job we slave government got hell to pay (Got hell to pay)
So we drink all day, Lord forgive my ways but you know that will never change (Will never change)
But this for all the times I been waiting to took
My boss think I'm coming back but I'm here baiting a hook
I got my fishing pole, cold beer, baby I'm good
You think I'm coming back to work, you can wait for the hook, I'm like

Caught a fish on Monday
By Tuesday the scales be gone
Wednesday I'm getting fired again
From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday)
Friday I'll have a drink with my friends
Saturday I'll be drinking alone
But don't you call me on Sunday
'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I'll be staying home
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I'll be staying home (Woah)
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Any overpass or any shady bank
I'm just looking for a cast for these Louisiana Pinks
I'm gonna hook 'em in the lip and pull 'em until they flip
Or at least catch a buzz with Sailor Jerry every trip
That's my road dog, me, him and Uncle Jack
And we brought some chicken livers if we want some butter cats
But my boss keep calling, I ain't called his number back
Hope he don't give me the axe like I was a lumber jack
'Cause I need that check for booze and bait
Plus I paid for offshore I got a cruise to make
And like a wedding invite they told me save the date
So like a DMV line my job can wait, because I just

Caught a fish on Monday
By Tuesday the scales be gone
Wednesday I'm getting fired again
From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday)
Friday I'll have a drink with my friends
Saturday I'll be drinking alone
But don't you call me on Sunday
'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I'll be staying home
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-woah) Sunday I'll be staying home
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

I'm a job site lunchtime missing man
I'm a skip a day of work and go fishing fan
Like to roll through the week and creep with no plan
I'm a white trash boy that don't give a damn
'Bout nothing but my Evinrude taking me out
No doubt boss man's probably hating me out
Came home from the river passed out on the couch
Woke up scaled my fish and started gutting him out
I love throwing out the Zebco waiting for the line drops
Chilling in the sunshine pumping on the pine tops
I was told I could shoot for the stars
Cold 190 proof now we're finishing jars

Caught a fish on Monday
By Tuesday the scales be gone
Wednesday I'm getting fired again
From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday)
Friday I'll have a drink with my friends
Saturday I'll be drinking alone
But don't you call me on Sunday
'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I'll be staying home
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I'll be staying home (Woah)
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Sunday I'll be staying home
Sunday I'll be staying home
Sunday I'll be staying home
Sunday I'll be staying home
Sunday I'll be staying home

Staying home

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