Van Morrison — Stormy Monday/Lonely Avenue

Call it stormy Monday Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad You know they call it stormy Monday Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad And Wednesday's are worse And Thursday's oh so sad The eagle flies on Friday Lord, and Saturday we go out and play The eagle flies on Friday Well, lord, and Saturday we go out an play Uh-huh-huh And Sunday we go to church And I kneel down and pray And this is what I say: Look, Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me I do I cry Lord have mercy Lord, have mercy on me, on me, um You know I'm tryin', tryin' to find my baby Won't somebody please send her on home to me? Oh Lord Well my room has got two windows The sunlight never comes through I'm so sad and lonely, baby Since I broke off baby with you I live on a lonely avenue Little girl, since you said you're through Now I feel so sad and blue It's all because of you I could die, I could die, I could die I could die, I could die, I could die I live on a lonely avenue My pillow is made of lead And my cover is made of stone I toss and turn every night I'm not used to livin' alone I live on a lonely avenue Girl, since you said we're through And I feel so sad and blue You know it's all because of you I could die, I could die, I could die I could cry, I could cry, I could cry I live on a Lonely Avenue