I wake up in the morning
And my baby
She don't live here anymore
Now I've got to be more self efficient
Or I'll find myself dying young
And my baby she won't know anyway
Sunday blues
Are inside my head
Watching the sun set
I think about better days
It's okay
It's just a bad case of the Sunday blues
With my guitar by my side
Oh yeah
I don't need no one else
Listen up baby I'm gonna be the one to tell you
Stop messing 'round with my head
Even though my head's not right anyway