Sunday - Racket County, Hard Target, The Lacs

Hey

Yeah, you know it’s bottle

Yeah Markie ah-ya-ya-ya

Hey Markie gimme that right there

Caught a fish on Monday

By Tuesday the scales be gone

Wednesday I’m gettin' fired again

From a job that I don’t want (So fuck Thursday)

Friday I’ll have a drink with my friends

Saturday I’ll be drinkin' alone (Yeah)

But don’t you call me on Sunday

'Cause on Sunday, (Yeah, yeah) Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

And you can tell my boss I ain’t comin' in today

I been workin' overtime and I’m feelin' like a slave

'Cause I punch in, punch out, and my time has run out

But this time I’m runnin' out like money in my bank account

Me work all day at this job we slave government got hell to pay (Got hell to

pay)

So we drink all day, Lord forgive my ways but you know that will never change

(Will never change)

But this for all the times I been waitin' to took

My boss think I’m comin' back but I’m here baitin' a hook

I got my fishin' pole, cold beer, baby I’m good

You think I’m comin' back to work, you can wait for the hook, I’m like

Caught a fish on Monday

By Tuesday the scales be gone

Wednesday I’m gettin' fired again

From a job that I don’t want (So fuck Thursday)

Friday I’ll have a drink with my friends

Saturday I’ll be drinkin' alone

But don’t you call me on Sunday

'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I’ll be stayin' home (Woah)

(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Any overpass or any shady bank

I’m just lookin' for a cast for these Louisiana Pinks

I’m gonna hook 'em in the lip and pull 'em until they flip

Or at least catch a buzz with Sailor Jerry every trip

That’s my road dog, me, him and Uncle Jack

And we brought some chicken livers if we want some butter cats

But my boss keep callin', I ain’t called his number back

Hope he don’t give me the axe like I was a lumber jack

'Cause I need that check for booze and bait

Plus I paid for offshore I got a cruise to make

And like a weddin' invite they told me save the date

So like a DMV line my job can wait, because I just

Caught a fish on Monday

By Tuesday the scales be gone

Wednesday I’m gettin' fired again

From a job that I don’t want (So fuck Thursday)

Friday I’ll have a drink with my friends

Saturday I’ll be drinkin' alone

But don’t you call me on Sunday

'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-woah) Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

I’m a job site lunchtime missin' man

I’m a skip a day of work and go fishin' fan

Like to roll through the week and creep with no plan

I’m a white trash boy that don’t give a damn

'Bout nothin' but my Evinrude takin' me out

No doubt boss man’s probably hatin' me out

Came home from the river passed out on the couch

Woke up scaled my fish and started guttin' him out

I love throwin' out the Zebco waitin' for the line drops

Chillin' in the sunshine pumpin' on the pine tops

I was told I could shoot for the stars

Cold 190 proof now we’re finishin' jars

Caught a fish on Monday

By Tuesday the scales be gone

Wednesday I’m gettin' fired again

From a job that I don’t want (So fuck Thursday)

Friday I’ll have a drink with my friends

Saturday I’ll be drinkin' alone

But don’t you call me on Sunday

'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I’ll be stayin' home (Woah)

(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

Sunday I’ll be stayin' home

Stayin' home