Fuck a Hump Day is what I say.
When Mondays and Wednesdays and rainy days hit a little harder than usual in the fall, a bluesy song like this one is the only thing that will do. The words don’t even matter – it’s the music, it’s the atmosphere, it’s the vibe. It’s getting through the shitty days with the best of friends, commiserating and finding solace in the common drudge of it all. We’re all in this together, you know?
They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad
They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse
And Thursday’s all so sad
The eagle flies on Friday
Saturday I go out to play
The eagle flies on Friday
Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church
Gonna kneel down and pray
A cowboy gets the blues as much as anybody else – sometimes a bit more because they live and love just a little bit harder than everybody. They thrash and burn and buck and bruise and if they’re lucky they live to see another day to do it all over again.
Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me
Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me
Though I’m tryin’ and tryin’ to find my baby
Won’t someone please send her home to me
And because the original above is done much too soon when you really need to feel it, here’s an extended version by the great B.B. King.
You deserve it.
We all do.
Even the cowboys.
