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On the journey of a lifetime, and the crack was ninety-one
Joxer met a German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine
And he told her she'd be welcome in
her that I love her.
If I ever see that girl again there'll never be another.
I know..
Monday was the day we met.
Tuesday I was flying.
Flying,
place to go.
Friday's child and Saturday
Out there running wild.
Since she's met the King of hearts
They call her Sunday's child.

Sunday's child,
Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday &
Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday &
many things to do
So we just sat back and played some

Well we met a young girl on Main Street
Wanted to pass her by
She was homely, and we were
many things to do.

We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
many things to do.

We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
many things to do
So we just sat back and played some

Well we met a young girl on Main Street
Wanted to pass her by
She was homely, and we were
many things to do.

We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
many things to do.

We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
many things to do.

We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
Wednesday 
And on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday 
I met this girl on Monday 
Took her for a drink on Tuesday 
We were making love by
I met her by the daisy fields
When we were 18, and I can't remember how it feels 
But she meant everything to me

Monday through Wednesday week,
Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr.
Written by Fred Rose

[E] Met my future wife today
And her name is Kathy Mae
[A] Rootie Tootie, (Rootie Tootie)
I met her on a Monday down at the blue star
Where we all hang out
I picked her up at work Tuesday afternoon
That night we were rockin' the town
carries the world
Between hello and goodbye
Like the Monday we met
That disappeared in a breath
Like the Sunday she left
Forever smellin' of death
carries the world
Between hello and goodbye
Like the Monday we met
That disappeared in a breath
Like the Sunday she left
Forever smellin' of death
to the sky 
It carries the world 
Between hello and goodbye 
Like the Monday we met 
That disappeared in a breath 
Like the Sunday she left 
Forever
Now I'm A Toreador
I Am For Sure
I Kill Bulls By The Score
And Sometimes More
And When They Hear The Bell Ring
Inside The Bullring
The Bullocks
no fear
I am benevolent, I am the king of beers

I love all my friends, I wish they would go away
I say stupid things, forgotten them all by Monday
no fear
I am benevolent, I am the king of beers

I love all my friends, I wish they would go away
I say stupid things, forgotten them all by Monday
I met her,
Friday everything got better,
Saturday I knew I'd get her,
Sunday sleep.
Well here I go again,
I'm standing toe to toe again.
I
fear
I am benevolent, I am the king of beers

I love all my friends, I wish they would go away
I say stupid things, forgotten them all by Monday
Please
the headlines did the rest
In the depression was I depressed?
Nowhere near, I met a big financier and I'm here

I've been through Gandhi, Windsor and Wally's