ANDREW ADKINS
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EVERY MONDAY MORNING
 
EVERY MONDAY MORNING I’M AT WORK RIGHT ON TIME
SHOVELING THE COAL DOWN IN OLD NUMBER 5
BREAKING MY BACK FOR ONLY A DOLLAR A DAY
COME FRIDAY NIGHT I’LL GIVE IT ALL AWAY
 
WELL I GOT ME SOME MONEY 
GONNA HEAD OUT ON THE TOWN
GONNA FIND ME A BAR STOOL AND DRINK TILL I DROWN
I’LL SPEND EVERY DIME OF MY WEEKS PAY
I’LL FIND ME A MEMORY AND DRINK IT A WAY
 
WELL I’LL FIND ME A WOMEN AND TRY TO MAKE HER MINE
FILL HER FULL OF WHISKEY AND LITTLE WHITE LIES
TELL HER WHY I’M BETTER THAN ALL THEM OTHER MEN
I’LL WAKE UP LONESOME AND HEART BROKE AGAIN
 
DRINK MYSELF TO SUNDAY TILL THEM CHURCH BELLS RING
BIBLE PAGES FLYING WHEN THAT CHOIR SINGS
JUDGE ME ALL YOU WANT I DON’T MIND
I SEE AS MANY SINNERS HERE AS I SAW LAST NIGHT
 
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