. . .
- It was a Monday morning, When the blues came falling on me .
- It was a Monday morning, When the blues came falling on me .
- Now it's Saturday evening, And still got a hold on me .
- It was a Monday morning, When my baby left me .
- It was a Monday morning, When my baby left me .
- now she's walking down the street, And stopping every man she meets .
- Now I'm sitting at the table, With a breakfast made for two .
- Sitting at the table, With a breakfast made for two .
- Oh please, dear Lord, Help me get rid of my self destruction blues .
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< Mike >


