Long Monday Songtext
von John Prine
Long Monday Songtext
You and me
Sittin′ in the back of my memory
Like a honey bee
Buzzin' ′round a glass of sweet Chablis
Radio's on
Windows rolled up
And my mind's rolled down
The headlights flashin′
Like silver moons
Rollin′ on the ground
We made love
In everyway love can be made
And we made time
Feel like time
Could never fade
Friday Night
We both made the guitars hum
Saturday made Sunday feel
Like it would never come
Gonna be a long Monday
Sittin' all alone on a mountain
By a river that has no end
Gonna be a long Monday
Stuck like the tick of a clock
That′s come unwound, again
Soul to soul
Heart to heart
And cheek to cheek
Come on baby
Gimme me a kiss
That'll last all week
The thought of you leavin′ again
Brings me down
The promise of
Your sweet love
Brings me around
Gonna be a long Monday
Sittin' all alone on a mountain
By a river that has no end
Gonna be a long Monday
Stuck like the tick of a clock
That′s come unwound, again
And again
Seven deadly sins
Sleepin' at the bottom
Of the deep blue sea
Objects in the mirror
May appear nearer
Than they seem to be
(Thanks)
Sittin′ in the back of my memory
Like a honey bee
Buzzin' ′round a glass of sweet Chablis
Radio's on
Windows rolled up
And my mind's rolled down
The headlights flashin′
Like silver moons
Rollin′ on the ground
We made love
In everyway love can be made
And we made time
Feel like time
Could never fade
Friday Night
We both made the guitars hum
Saturday made Sunday feel
Like it would never come
Gonna be a long Monday
Sittin' all alone on a mountain
By a river that has no end
Gonna be a long Monday
Stuck like the tick of a clock
That′s come unwound, again
Soul to soul
Heart to heart
And cheek to cheek
Come on baby
Gimme me a kiss
That'll last all week
The thought of you leavin′ again
Brings me down
The promise of
Your sweet love
Brings me around
Gonna be a long Monday
Sittin' all alone on a mountain
By a river that has no end
Gonna be a long Monday
Stuck like the tick of a clock
That′s come unwound, again
And again
Seven deadly sins
Sleepin' at the bottom
Of the deep blue sea
Objects in the mirror
May appear nearer
Than they seem to be
(Thanks)
Writer(s): John E Prine, Keith Sykes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com