Story Behind The Song
THEY USED TO SPEND THEIR WEEKENDS IN THIS HONKY TONK AND HE STILL SPENDS HIS THERE IN THE HOPES SHE MIGHT WALK THRU THE FRONT DOOR SOMEDAY.
Song Description
HANGIN' OUT IN THEIR OLD HAUNT IN THE HOPES SHE MIGHT DROP IN
| Song Length |
2:40 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Country - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Poignant |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Loneliness |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1960 - 1969 |
Lyrics
WRONG SIDE OF SUNDAY
AM I LONESOME, HELL NO,I'VE GOT A NICE PLACE TO GO, THERE'S A HONKY-TONK JUST DOWN THE STREET. SPEND MY WEEKENDS RIGHT THERE, AT THE FRONT DOOR I STARE, IT'S THE PLACE SHE AND I USED TO MEET.
EACH FRIDAY AT FIVE, MY HEART COMES ALIVE, AND I WAIT HERE THE WHOLE WEEKEND LONG, SAT'DAY AND SUNDAY, AND I'M DREADIN' MONDAY, I JUST CAIN'T BELIEVE THAT SHE'S GONE.
CHORUS: I'M ON THE WRONG SIDE OF SUNDAY, ANOTHER HANGOVER MONDAY, BE A FEW DAYS TILL I'M FEELIN' JUST RIGHT. MY WEEKS JUST A BLUR, I KEEP THINKIN' OF HER, AND I CAN'T WAIT TILL NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT.
WHY CAN'T I LET GO, IT'S OVER I KNOW, I JUST CAN'T MAKE MY HEART UNDERSTAND. I WANT THINGS LIKE THEY WERE, BUT THERE'S A PICTURE OF HER IN THE ARMS OF SOME OTHER MAN.
THIS'LL KILL ME SOME DAY, WISH THERE WAS SOME OTHER WAY, TO HELP GET HER OUT OF MY MIND, SHE'S FORGOT ME I'LL BET, LOTS OF OTHERS SHE'S MET, I'M JUST SOME GUY THAT SHE LEFT BEHIND.
CHORUS: I'M ON THE WRONG SIDE OF SUNDAY, ANOTHER HANGOVER MONDAY, BE A FEW DAYS TILL I'M FEELIN' JUST RIGHT, MY WEEK'S JUST A BLUR, I KEEP THINKIN OF HER, AND I CAN'T WAIT TILL NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT.
COPYRIGHTc JULY, 2002
BOB NIERSTEDT