Stormy Monday — текст песни (Eric Clapton)

By t-bone walker



They call it stormy monday, yes but tuesdays just as bad.

They call it stormy monday, yes but tuesdays just as bad.

Wednesdays even worse; thursdays awful sad.



The eagle flies on friday, saturday I go out to play.

The eagle flies on friday, but saturday I go out to play.

Sunday I go to church where I kneel down and pray.



And I say, "lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me.

Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me.

Just trying to find my baby, wont you please send her on back to me."



The eagle flies on friday, on saturday I go out to play.

The eagle flies on friday, on saturday I go out to play.

Sunday I go to church, where I kneel down, lord and I pray.



Then I say, "lord have mercy, wont you please have mercy on me.

Lord, oh lord have mercy, yeah, wont you please, please have mercy on me.

Im just a-lookin for my sweet babe, so wont you please send him home,

Send him on home to me."