Stormy Monday / Lonely Avenue

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse, and Thursday's also sad Yes, the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down and pray Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy, my heart's in misery Crazy about my baby, yes, send her back to me 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