Stormy Monday / Lonely Avenue

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Stormy Monday/Lonely Avenue Lyrics

Call it stormy Monday

Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad

You know they call it stormy Monday

Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad

And Wednesday's are worse

And Thursday's oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday

Lord, and Saturday we go out and play

The eagle flies on Friday

Well, lord, and Saturday we go out an play

Uh-huh-huh

And Sunday we go to church

And I kneel down and pray

And this is what I say:

Look, Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on me

I do

I cry Lord have mercy

Lord, have mercy on me, on me, um

You know I'm tryin', tryin' to find my baby

Won't somebody please send her on home to me?

Oh LordWell my room has got two windows

The sunlight never comes through

I'm so sad and lonely, baby

Since I broke off baby with you

I live on a lonely avenue

Little girl, since you said you're through

Now I feel so sad and blue

It's all because of you

I could die, I could die, I could die

I could die, I could die, I could die

I live on a lonely avenue

My pillow is made of lead

And my cover is made of stone

I toss and turn every night

I'm not used to livin' alone

I live on a lonely avenue

Girl, since you said we're through

And I feel so sad and blue

You know it's all because of you

I could die, I could die, I could die

I could cry, I could cry, I could cry

I live on a Lonely Avenue