Sunday Morning Blues

It's just another lazy Sunday,
So tired and feeling down.
Wasting the day until Monday,
In a coffee shop in town.
Jack Johnson on the radio.
Is adding to the mood.
You feel so tired and lonely.
To the sound of acoustic blues.

I've got the Sunday morning blues.
But it's a long road out of Wheaton.
You've heard a very sad piece of news.
But it's a lesson worth repeating.

I've got the Sunday morning blues.
But it's a long road out of Wheaton.
When you're tired of paying dues.
And the world is smiling in greeting.

Until the day comes to an end,
Sipping mint tea to pass the time.
You're wishing for an old friend,
A voice on the end of the line.

The work day will come so suddenly.
Sunday went by so fast.
Freedom is somewhere in the coffee,
But freedom never lasts.

I've got the Sunday morning blues.
But it's a long road out of Wheaton.
You've heard a very sad piece of news.
But it's a lesson worth repeating.

I've got the Sunday morning blues.
But it's a long road out of Wheaton.
When you're tired of paying dues.
And the world is smiling in greeting.

Feel the Sunday Morning Blues come washing over me.
Feel the Sunday Morning Blues as you're sipping your mint tea.

Feel the Sunday Morning Blues come fill the small town air.
Feel the Sunday Morning Blues and you just don't really care.

I've got the Sunday morning blues.
But it's a long road out of Wheaton.
You've heard a very sad piece of news.
But it's a lesson worth repeating.

I've got the Sunday morning blues.
But it's a long road out of Wheaton.
When you're tired of paying dues.
And the world is smiling in greeting.