SUNDAY EVENIN’ GAL

Lyrics for a Country/Western song. Three singers with guitars on stage:

Girl: The Sunday Evening Gal—

Woman: The Wife and Mother–

Man: Husband/Lover

　

 SUNDAY EVENIN’ GAL

(girlfriend singing)　

“When I hear that key turn in the door

I know I won’t be ‘lone no more.

At least tonight you’ll be with me

‘til you leave at half past three.”

 

“The boots are lost,

the belt is tossed with that

rodeo buckle won in town.

You strip your shirt, the jeans slide down.”

 

“You come to bed  ‘n I’m all yours.

Your breath on mine–we don’t need words.

All arms and legs, my breast, your chest.

My Sunday evenins’ are the best.”

 

(wife singing)

“Monday mornin you come home,

‘another out-of-town” you groan.

Your hair is mussed, the shirt undone.

Predictable as the mornin sun.”

 

“I dish up pancakes, hot black Joe–

the kids are all at school, you know.

I run my fingers through your hair

but it never gets me anywhere.”

 

“He says “nother weekend rodeo–

 hate to, but I gotta go.”

It seems I’m a Monday to Friday wife.

How long’s this been my way of life?”

 

　Chorus:

(girlfriend singing)

“I’m just the Sunday evenin’ gal.”

(wife singing)

“I’m just a mother, wife and pal.”

 

(husband/lover singing)

“What’s true love–away or home.

I’m just a man–I need to roam.

Ridin’, ropin’, bronco bustin’.

Booze and women–never trustin’.”

 

“Feel tied down, I wanna be free.

My Sundays are the best for me.

Monday home, she rubs my back.

Does my clothes, ‘n makes hard tack.”

 

“Tuesday comes, I’m countin’ ways.

Wednesday means just three more days.

Thursday, Friday, then I’m gone.

The pick-up ‘n me. I know it’s wrong.”

 

Chorus:

(girlfriend singing)

“I’m just a Sunday evenin’ gal”

(wife singing)

“I’m just a mother, wife and pal”

(husband/lover singing)

“I’ love them both, I surely do.

Just want my cake ‘n eat it too.”

 

　(girlfriend singing)

“My night is here–one out of seven.

When I’m with him, it’s pure heaven.

I only wish I’d make him see

it’s best if he’d just marry me.”

 

“I hear him now, he’s at the door.

He always leaves me wantin’ more,

For now he loves me in my bed.

I want to be his wife instead.”

 

‘I’ll tell him this: The time is right.

He’s got to know the truth tonight.

Cowboy, though you’re hot and wild

You’ve got to know–I bear your child”

 

Chorus:

(girlfriend singing)

“I’m just a Sunday evenin’ gal.”

(wife singing)

“I’m just a mother, wife and pal”

(husband/lover singing)

“I love them both, I surely do.

I want my cake ‘n eat it too.”

　

(wife singing)

“This time he left, I followed him.

Watched him ride. Watched him win.

Saw him enter that motel door,

then turned away. My heart he’d tore.”

 

“When mornin came, I saw him leave.

I was too numb, couldn’t even grieve.

Waited ‘til she sashayed out

‘n told her what he was about.”

 

“Your lover is a married man.

Got four kids, a house ‘n van.

A mortgage, huntin’ dogs, a cat.

You aren’t the first–you won’t be last.”

 

(girlfriend singing)

“You’re not my kind of man.

This child in me–don’t give a damn”

(wife singing)

“Couldn’t take that shit no more, ‘n then–

packed up, took the kids ‘n ran.”

 

Chorus:

(girlfriend singing)

“I was his Sunday evenin’ gal.”

(wife singing)

“I was a mother, wife and pal.”

(husband/lover singing)

“That’s what I git for havin’ sinned

I’ll never know what might have been.

I’ll never know what might have been.

I’ll never know what might have been.”

　

(All three a’sangin’, ‘n guitars a’twangin’)

(girlfriend)   “You’re not my kind of man.”

(wife)    “Couldn’t take that shit no more ‘n then”

(husband/lover)    “I’ll never know what might have been”

(girlfriend)   “This child in me, don’t give a damn.”

(wife)   “Packed up, took the kids ‘n ran”

(husband lover)   “I’ll never know what might have been.”

                                     “Never know what might have been.”

                  (voice trailing off)                              ” What might have been…..”

 

Jan Chapman

January 2013