When I awoke this mornin I scrambled to the kitchen
At the breakfast table argued with my wife
'Bout some bill I didn't pay cause the price 'o gas went up again
So I parked the car and walked myself to work
I ran downstairs and slammed the door
Still woozy from the night before
From beer and cigarettes
With my friend Ray
Too much work and not enough play
Can give a man a failling grade
Like Jekyll 'n Hyde
Turn a nice guy to a drunk
Here's what I saw
Chorus
A broken vodka bottle here a pool of blood just over there
Guess from a fight the night before
Across the street a young girl walked a hooker fourteen years no more
Just another sunday mornin comin down
Verse:
I walked into a restaurant and ordered me a cup
A smile the waitress gave helped pass the day
Snake-oil sales men on T.V. preacher man's false prophecies
And love it when Jimmy Swaggart plays a tune
Then in walked two broken men vacant eyes open shut wide
Late for work I paid my bill and left the place
Then thought about Kris's pilgrim song and the demons of Johnny Cash and all
And thanked the Lord for strength to carry on
And here's what I saw
Chorus:
A broken vodka bottle here a pool of blood just over there
Guess from a fight the night before
Across the street a young girl walked a hooker fourteen years no more
Just another sunday mornin comin down
Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.
SOCAN
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