| 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... |