J. J. Cale - Mona текст песни

Mona, she comes in the morning

She brings me a bottle of wine

She comes to my bed, soothes up my head

Makes me feel alright

Makes me feel alright

Mona, she comes on a friday

She stays it to the night

Mona, she comes to my bedroom

To keep my spirits high

To keep my spirits high

Mona, she brings me no money

She brings me no food

All she brings is her sweet, sweet love

Makes my afternoon

Makes my afternoon

When daylight falls from my window

Another nights come and gone

I always know cause Im feeling so low

Mona, you know she has gone

Mona, you know she has gone