Текст песни Lucinda Williams - Sundays
Lucinda Williams - Sundays слова песни
I can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundayMonday through Saturday I get by just fineEvery other day of the week I feel alrightBut I don`t know whyI don`t know whyI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundaySunday`s supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoesBut how come that`s the day I always get the bluesAnd I don`t know whyI don`t know whyI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundayEver since you had to go I just carry onBut deep down inside I know there`s something wrongAnd I don`t know whyI don`t know whyI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through SundayI can`t seem to make it through Sunday