I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more; I ain't gonna walk that lonesome, tear-stained floor. I never knew much about love til you walked into my heart; I wasn't happy without love But at least I wasn't torn apart. On Saturday night you swear you're mine alone; Then Sunday arrives, and you don't even phone. I know you're gonna come knockin' But I ain't gonna answer the door; I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more. Instrumental Interlude: I know you're gonna come knockin' But I ain't gonna answer the door; I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more, No more.