Lyrics Sweet Thursday - Johnny Mathis

Sweet Thursday

I’m waiting in the pines
I’m waiting in the forest
Pilon at my side
The treasure lies before us And so we started walking
We knew they couldn’t harm us And how the wind is crying
When misty morning dawn breaks
We’ll walk back to the flats
With gallons in our hands
We’re walking in the fields
We’re working on the farms
We do just like our fathers
How can they take that from us?
And so we started driving
We had no choice to leave this
The bowl was left behind us For Hooverville’s before us Three hundred thousand
Bodies who can’t rest
Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey
So I started driving
And left my home behind me The row there kept reminding
Of pages in your writing
Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey