SongsTomorrow Might Be Monday
Performed Live: 5 times

Oh the waitress hung her apron And she's smoking outside And the fathers with their daughters Left their dishes behind But, we're still at the bar Drinking our troubles away Cuz, tomorrow might be Monday But, tonight is still Saturday

Oh, the silver in my pocket Its the last to my name And, I'll wake up in the morning A broke man once again So, come all you good time people And drink up my chardonnay Cuz, tomorrow might be Monday But, tonight is still Saturday

I'll play my fiddle By the snug turf glow If your brother like me He can leave me alone Cuz, Even the dour cripple Is dancing his troubles away Sayin' Tomorrow might be Monday But, tonight is still Saturday

Maybe your a sailor Bound for hell at the dawn Or Your, workin' for McAlpine Slugging dirt to the hod Or your lovely like Becky Cooper And your looking for a warm place to lay Well, tomorrow might be Monday But, tonight is still Saturday

Chords

C Am F G
C C7 F Fm G

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