Lyrics: Delbert McClinton. A Real Bad Day.

I found her number and a note she wrote
Deep in a pocket of a real old coat
It just got by me someway
I must have had a real bad day

Said she was all moved in
And I promise it sure look fine
Suggested I come by and see her sometime
Said all the pictures are new
And I'll turn them all for you
She said; 'I get home at a quarter to six
And I'll be waiting for your call'
'I'll fix you something I'm sure you're gonna love
But we don't have to; we don't have to eat at all.'

No that's one of the problems off life out on the road
Little notes like this got no aria code
I don't know what else to say
I'm having a real bad day

Said I'll get home at a quarter to six
And I'll be waiting for your call
I'll fix you something I'm sure you're gonna love
But we don't have to, we don't have to eat at all

No that's one of the problems off life out on the road
Little notes like this got no aria code
I don't know what else to say
I'm having a real bad day
I don't know what to say
I'm having a real bad day
I'm having a real bad day

(Thanks to Toril for these lyrics)