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Thu, 24.09.2009

STORMY MONDAY BLUES by Earl Hines, Billy Eckstine, and Bob Crowder

They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse
And Thursday’s all so bad.

The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church,
Gonna kneel down and pray.

Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Though I’m tryin’ and tryin’ to find my baby,
Won’t someone please send her home to me.

Copyright 1962, Warner Bros., Inc

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