SABBATH BLUES She was still asleep this morning Copper falling 'cross the bed I kissed the place I should've stayed Instead I chased the day instead The daylight stole her from me Long before the whistle blew Funny how a week's worth of loving Can disappear by half past two I've got those Sabbath blues Every hour's a jealous thief Stealing all the time I'd spend Tangled up inside your dreams These hands keep earning someone else's dollar When they'd rather learn your curves Lord... this overtime keeps taking Everything you deserve Every board I lay is straight enough Every nail sinks clean and deep But every inch I'm building here Is one I couldn't keep The smell of cedar fills the air But I swear it's not the wood It's the memory of copper hair Doing what no whiskey could I've got those Sabbath blues Clock keeps cutting us in two I'm putting all my strength in lumber When it belongs wrapped up in you They say a man's got to make a living Maybe that's the gospel truth... But I'd trade this whole damn Sabbath... Just to spend it making you. Every house I've ever built Ends with somebody else's key Funny how I spend my whole damn life Making room for everyone but me The preacher says the Sabbath's holy Maybe that's what I've been chasing 'Cause every prayer I've ever answered Starts where your skin is waiting The sun hangs low like molten rye Melting through the west Every mile between your lips and mine Feels longer than the rest My boots are heavy with the dust My shoulders with the day But every turn that points toward home Carries all that weight away I know you're pouring one more rye now Watching evening find the room Probably wearing one of my old shirts Like perfume learning to bloom Girl, I picture every slow goodbye We never got to choose That's the cruelest part of working... These Sabbath blues. Maybe heaven ain't a place at all Maybe it ain't streets of gold Maybe it's your green eyes laughing When the night turns soft and cold Maybe every honest working man Breaks a little keeping score Trading one more day for one more night... And always wanting more. I've got those Sabbath blues The kind daylight never knew These hands keep building something... Every time they leave you.
