Nothing much worth takin' Only years of things to leave behind Mama, quit your cryin' Don't be tellin' 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, they keep coming 'round too soon A too too free and easy Sunday afternoon
All the things that come and knock me down All the time we're making Have to see above the working line
And there's something there I don't know why The more I think about it the more I know I've got
Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings when I hate to see the light Too many Mondays, they keep coming 'round too soon A too too free and easy Sunday afternoon
When I saw sweet tomorrow Tuggin' at my sleeve Mother don't you see They're calling me, calling me Got to believe it
Too many Mondays in my life Too many mornings when I hate to see the light Too many Mondays, they keep coming 'round too soon A too too free and easy Sunday afternoon
Too many Mondays in my life Too many Mondays in my life Too many Mondays in my life Too many Mondays in my life Too many Mondays in my life Too many Mondays in my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
