I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more;
I ain't gonna walk that lonesome, tear-stained floor.
I never knew much about love til you walked into my heart;
I wasn't happy without love -- but at least I wasn't torn apart.
On Saturday night you swear you're mine alone;
Then Sunday arrives, and you don't even phone.
I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna answer the door;
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more.
(Instrumental Interlude: first 2 lines of verse)
I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna answer the door;
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more,
No more.
I ain't gonna walk that lonesome, tear-stained floor.
I never knew much about love til you walked into my heart;
I wasn't happy without love -- but at least I wasn't torn apart.
On Saturday night you swear you're mine alone;
Then Sunday arrives, and you don't even phone.
I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna answer the door;
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more.
(Instrumental Interlude: first 2 lines of verse)
I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna answer the door;
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more,
No more.