Raymond's in his Sunday best,
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He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
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There's the Martin's walkin' in,
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With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
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Who broke a window last week.
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Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.
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That's what I love about Sunday:
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Sing along as the choir sways;
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Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
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An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
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Go home, into your blue jeans;
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Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
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Pick a back yard football team,
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Not do much of anything:
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That's what I love about Sunday.
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I stroll to the end of the drive,
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Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
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It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
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Well, it's about time.
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It's 35 cents off a ground round,
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Baby, cut that coupon out!
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That's what I love about Sunday:
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Cat-napping on the porch swing;
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You curled up next to me,
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The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
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Take a walk down a back road,
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Tackle box and a cane pole;
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Carve our names in that white oak,
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steal a kiss as the sun fades,
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That's what I love about Sunday,
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Oh, yeah.
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Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
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Momma's hands raised up high,
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Havin' a Hallelujah good time
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A smile on everybody's face.
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That's what I love about Sunday,
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Oh, yeah.
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That's what I love about Sunday,
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Oh, yeah.
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That's What I Love About Sunday
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| Craig Morgan |
