Wicked Lester - Too Many Mondays

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 life