Lyrics

I leave work at the end of each day
Everyone goes his own way
They go home in time to watch the news
I go home for the six o'clock blues

I kiss your picture so tenderly
and hold your letters close to me
The only things that's left to lose
They help me through the six o'clock blues

Chorus:

I can make it through the day all right
Then then the day turns into night
Talk about Lonesome, I've paid my dues
Oh Lord help me through the six o'clock blues

Instrumental

The hurtin'est thing you ever wrote
On a little pink refrigerator note
You scratched out hot dogs, coke and booze
And you wrote down one pair of walking shoes

Chorus:

I can make it through the day all right
But then the day turns into night
Talk about lonesome, I've paid my dues
Oh Lord help me through the six o'clock blues
Please Lord help me through the six o'clock blues