When’d I lose your love?
Was it on a Monday when I had my working blues?
Or maybe it was Tuesday when I had so much to do?
It might have been on Wednesday – I had football on my mind.
But maybe it was Thursday when I went out with the guys?
Then Friday came and there I was, and honey you were gone.
I went to bed till Saturday, and still you were not home.
Then Sunday hit me in the face just like a boxing glove,
I finally found my senses, but honey when’d I lose your love?
I thought I did the right things right, the flowers and the wine.
Remembered all your birthdays, well okay, most of the time.
I told you that I loved you babe, when you were feeling sad,
and that you were the best damn lay a man could ever have.
Well hell I ain’t no poet honey, what did you expect?
I’m just a good ole cowboy, what you see is what you git.
On Monday I didn’t miss you much, ‘cept when I went to bed.
And Tuesday I was busy keeping you out of my head.
Wednesday sure was hump day, and I’m doing really fine.
Thursday I didn’t meet the boys, I had you on my mind.
Then Friday came and there I was, and honey you were gone.
I went to bed till Saturday- sure wish you’d come back home.
Then Sunday hit me in the face with one thing I’m sure of.
I don’t need much from this old world, but babe I need your love.
Jude the Poet