A Month of Sundays

I ain't seen you in a month of Sundays You cut me on down then you tell me you love me Carry on just like you do You saying bad things and you mean them too If we weren't family would we still be friends Will I be seeing you less and less? Well I picked up and left a the drop of a hat And well I picked up a habit but you know about that I owe a little money to a couple of friends If you send a little more I'll never ask you again If we weren't family would we still be friends Did you get any of those letters I sent? You can't keep putting up walls around The way you're living is bringing us down Now you stagger on down to the well in town Taking on anyone that comes around Man you're just like me but you don't know it yet Neither one of us is getting out with no regrets If we weren't family would we still be friends Will I be seeing you less and less? What's going round is coming round What's going round is coming round What's going round is coming round What's going round is coming round What's coming round is going round What's coming round is going round What's going round is coming round --- A Month of Sundays - Elliott Brood