Eric Clapton STORMY MONDAY Lyrics
By t-bone walker
They call it stormy monday, yes but tuesday's just as bad.
They call it stormy monday, yes but tuesday's just as bad.
Wednesday's even worse; thursday's 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, won't 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, won't you please have mercy on me.
Lord, oh lord have mercy, yeah, won't you please, please have mercy on me.
I'm just a-lookin' for my sweet babe, so won't you please send him home,
Send him on home to me."
See also other Eric Clapton lyrics
- Floating Bridge Lyrics
- MAY YOU NEVER Lyrics
- ANYTHING FOR YOUR LOVE Lyrics
- BERNARD JENKINS Lyrics
- INSIDE OF ME Lyrics
- I Want A Little Girl Lyrics
- Sunshine Of Your Love Lyrics
- Grand Illusion Lyrics
- All Your Love Lyrics
- Let It Grow Lyrics
- BLACK SUMMER RAIN Lyrics
- (I) Get Lost Lyrics