Rainy Days and Mondays

As the older man on stage plucked his guitar and sang in his clear voice a song unfamiliar, my eyes grew misty when those words I heard for the first time touched me and meant something to me that Sunday morning. Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old Sometimes I’d like to quit Nothin’ ever seems to fit Hangin’ around Nothin’ to do but frown Rainy days and Mondays always get me down What I’ve got they…