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They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Lord and Wednesday's worse, Thursday's oh so sad The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, I get down to pray Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me You know I tryin', tryin' to find my baby Please send her on home to me |
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We're gonna take ya way back, ha ha
I said we're gonna take ya way back [Yeah!] Ha, ha (Let's start!) When the sunrise in the east, lover It set deeply in the west (Spoken: Oh, turn my organ down a-lil' bit so I can croon a lil' bit on ya) Oh, the sunrise in the east It set deeply in the west I've been lookin' for my lover An' I haven't found her yet I'm gonna call up China An' see if my woman's over there Well, I'm gonna call up China An' see if my woman's over there You know, I've searched the whole world over, Lord I can't find my lover, nowhere (hey-ya) She won't write me no letter She won't even call me on the telephone No, she won't write me no letter She won't even call me on the telephone You know I haven't had no real good lovin' Since that gal-a mine been gone (Spoken: I can't see my, engineer Hey, somebody! (hey, hey) Where's Mister ... <name of engineer, inaudible> Well, Ooh!) Someday baby, hahahaha You're gonna want me, like I want you Oh, someday baby, you're gonna want me, like I want you But when you call me long distance, darlin' I'll say I have nothing for you to do Someday baby, you're gonna want me, like I want you Hey, someday baby, you're gonna want me, like I want you Oh, but when ya call me on the phone, angel I'll say I have nothin' for you to do Woo, thank you! |
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Now, this tune here should be easy for you to deal with
All you gotta do is, is remember back home, you know what I mean When you was sitting out behind the house Or practicing on your own guit feble Tryin' to get things together And you couldn't make in up your mind You kinda half-way knew what you wanted to do But, but you didn't have it all together, you know But you didn't know you wanted to travel Ain't that right! Yeah, I remember them days real good I know Didn't have really many clothes I didn't know nobody to call, to sing for you So you had to get out there in no time You know, so You don't make no tiffanies, you say, "I'm goin' And I know I got a great time, but I'm goin' anyway" Whatever happens, what happens? Whatever happens, I gotta pay my dues somewhere Listen Dreamed that I was lucky But I woke up cold in hand, yeah Hey, I dreamed that I was lucky, darlin' But I woke up cold in hand, yeah, yeah I dreamed I had you all by myself But now I know you found you another man, yeah Oh, that's why I wonderin' Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin' Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah You know I haven't got so many But I got so far to go, yeah Yes, you got a good woman You better pin her to your side, yeah Hey, if you gotta good lady, fellow You better pin'er up to your side, yeah, yeah Because if she flag my train, buddy I'm bound to let her ride well Oh, that's why I wonder Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin' Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah You know I haven't got so many But I got so far to go, yeah, ain't that right? I see you might do something with it I hope so Yeah, take it You know, fix it like it you want |
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