G C G
Well the man just let me out and I think it's Monday morning
C G
There's a taste here in my mouth that tastes like Monday morning
C G
If I'm tasting my own mouth, and if it's Monday morning
Well I should be doing fine if I can get you off my mind
D7 G
And if it's Monday morning
My eyes are a little blurred for a Monday morning
You're leaving town, I've heard, if it's Monday morning
So goodbye is another word for a Monday morning
But I could be doing fine, if I could get you off my mind
And if it's Monday morning
Bb F
Won't someone help me quick? I'm down and I'm feeling sick
Bb F
There's just too much of my head that's showing
D
God, if you won't help me, then help me help me
G
Because I'm not exactly sure where I'm going
Well I know I should go home if it's Monday morning
'Cause our room is all alone if it's Monday morning
But I'll probably get stoned if it's Monday morning
Then I'll think I'm doing find, but I'll bet you're on my mind
Come next Monday morning
Well the man just let me out and I think it's Monday morning
There's a taste here in my mouth that tastes like Monday morning
by: José Duarte
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