Nothing much worth taking Only years of things to leave behind Mama quit your crying Don't keep telling me I've lost my mind
Now I'm tired of making good and feeling bad When I came to this morning It came to me I had
Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings When I hate to see the light Too many Mondays That keep coming back too soon Too few free and easy Sunday afternoons
Living can be dying When the days are all just marking time Mama now we've made it Can't you see it wasn't worth the climb
Now there's something missing And I don't know what But the more I think about it The more I know I got
Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings When I hate to see the light Too many Mondays That keep coming 'round too soon Too few free and easy Sunday afternoons
There are songs and sweet tomorrows Tugging at my sleeve Mama don't you see their calling me Calling me Got to believe them
Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings When I hate to see the light Too many Mondays That keep a-coming 'round too soon Too few free and easy Sunday afternoonsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
