Frank Romans
Jul 21, 20222 min
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
The weekdays ain't better, they don't include you
But good bourbon whiskey is what gets me through
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
Jill counts the money while Joe mops the floor
I pack up my guitar and head toward the door
She waves as I'm leaving 'cause she feels it too
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
The crowd was a big one, rowdy and loud
They loved all my music, and that makes me proud
But something is missing, and I know its you
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
The weekdays ain't better, they don't include you
But good bourbon whiskey is what gets me through
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
Drinkin' and smokin' alone in my room, thinkin' 'bout you
We had a big fight, and it lasted all night
You said we were through, and that sure is true
Then you left with him and I'm left with blue
The streets are all empty, the crowds are all gone
I'm walkin' the sidewalk to a room I call home
Its been seven months now since she bid adieu
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
I'm running on empty and feeling the strain
Just two things that help me to deal with the pain
That's music and whiskey, for life without you
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
The weekdays ain't better, they don't include you
But good bourbon whiskey is what gets me through
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
Drinkin' and smokin' alone in my room, thinkin' 'bout you
We had a big fight, and it lasted all night
You said we were through, and that sure is true
Then you left with him and I'm left with blue
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue
The weekdays ain't better, they don't include you
But good bourbon whiskey is what gets me through
Saturday night's lonely, Sunday is blue