Song | Pale Blue Monday |
Artist | Jackie Greene |
Album | Rusty Nails |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well I let down Virginia | |
When I told her I was bound for leaving | |
I told her that the city air | |
Just werent worth my breathing | |
Then I packed my bags and left her | |
On her own; | |
Moving sad and slowly | |
Down the San Antone | |
And Im never gonna set foot in her house again | |
I never said Id leave her | |
But I never said that I would stay | |
And I dont mean to deceive her | |
But she knows it has to be this way | |
So walk outside and take a ride | |
And dont look back | |
Ill be far away by Monday baby, | |
Ill be down the track | |
And Im never gonna step foot in her house again | |
She says it dont come easy; | |
There aint no luck for free | |
But theres nothing left around here | |
But a pale blue Monday morning me | |
Im getting on my knees lord | |
Hoping just to speak with you | |
Im getting on my knees lord | |
I know that Virginia is too | |
Oh but Id never thought Id feel this bad | |
About the past | |
Hearts and souls were never | |
Ever built to last | |
And Im never gonna step foot in her house again | |
Im sitting at the station | |
Hanging my head down low | |
Dont want no confrontations | |
But I dont know which way to go | |
And I wish to God Id see her face just | |
One more time | |
But I got to be moving on and on the line | |
And Im never gonna step foot in her house again... |
Well I let down Virginia | |
When I told her I was bound for leaving | |
I told her that the city air | |
Just weren t worth my breathing | |
Then I packed my bags and left her | |
On her own | |
Moving sad and slowly | |
Down the San Antone | |
And I m never gonna set foot in her house again | |
I never said I d leave her | |
But I never said that I would stay | |
And I don t mean to deceive her | |
But she knows it has to be this way | |
So walk outside and take a ride | |
And don t look back | |
I ll be far away by Monday baby, | |
Ill be down the track | |
And I m never gonna step foot in her house again | |
She says it don t come easy | |
There ain t no luck for free | |
But there s nothing left around here | |
But a pale blue Monday morning me | |
I m getting on my knees lord | |
Hoping just to speak with you | |
I m getting on my knees lord | |
I know that Virginia is too | |
Oh but I d never thought I d feel this bad | |
About the past | |
Hearts and souls were never | |
Ever built to last | |
And I m never gonna step foot in her house again | |
I m sitting at the station | |
Hanging my head down low | |
Don t want no confrontations | |
But I don t know which way to go | |
And I wish to God I d see her face just | |
One more time | |
But I got to be moving on and on the line | |
And I m never gonna step foot in her house again... |
Well I let down Virginia | |
When I told her I was bound for leaving | |
I told her that the city air | |
Just weren t worth my breathing | |
Then I packed my bags and left her | |
On her own | |
Moving sad and slowly | |
Down the San Antone | |
And I m never gonna set foot in her house again | |
I never said I d leave her | |
But I never said that I would stay | |
And I don t mean to deceive her | |
But she knows it has to be this way | |
So walk outside and take a ride | |
And don t look back | |
I ll be far away by Monday baby, | |
Ill be down the track | |
And I m never gonna step foot in her house again | |
She says it don t come easy | |
There ain t no luck for free | |
But there s nothing left around here | |
But a pale blue Monday morning me | |
I m getting on my knees lord | |
Hoping just to speak with you | |
I m getting on my knees lord | |
I know that Virginia is too | |
Oh but I d never thought I d feel this bad | |
About the past | |
Hearts and souls were never | |
Ever built to last | |
And I m never gonna step foot in her house again | |
I m sitting at the station | |
Hanging my head down low | |
Don t want no confrontations | |
But I don t know which way to go | |
And I wish to God I d see her face just | |
One more time | |
But I got to be moving on and on the line | |
And I m never gonna step foot in her house again... |