Self Destruction Blues

It was a Monday morning, when the blues came falling on me

It was a Monday morning, when the blues came falling on me

Now it's Saturday evening, and still got a hold on me

It was a Monday morning, when my baby left me

It was a Monday morning, when my baby left me

Now she's walking down the street, and stopping every man she meets

Now I'm sitting at the table, with a breakfast made for two

Sitting at the table, with a breakfast made for two

Oh please, dear Lord, help me get rid of my self destruction blues