(Keith Urban)
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CHORUS:
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I never work on a Sunday
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I've got a life of my own
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And this here is the one day
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I spend with my family at home
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I left the office in a flash on Friday
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Threw my boots in the car
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Cashed my pay cheque & headed for the country
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To sleep underneath the stars
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I drove all day Saturday and right into the evenin' 'till there were no more city lights
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Those broken lines were gettin' blurry through my windscreen
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Well I guess I drove all night
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Then Sunday mornin' found me rollin' into sunrise
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With my fuel gauge dead
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I pulled into fill up, found the place deserted and a little sign that read...
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CHORUS
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All I could do is call up a tow truck
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To take me further down the road
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I fumbled round & round for some change in my pocket,
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walked fifteen minutes to the phone
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There in the phone book I found a business ad-vert, saying "Use Us Instead"
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I dialed the number and a tape recorder answered and it politely said...
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CHORUS
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I finally got back home and it took forever
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Then at work the next day
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Somebody said
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"Hey the boss said he wants to see you in his office right away"
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He told me just how far behind the work was getting
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And on the weekend could I stay
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I started laughin' and said 'You must be kiddin'
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I just got one thing to say...you know what I said...
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REPEAT CHORUS 2x
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I'm quite entitled to one day,
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to spend with my family at home
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I Never Work On A Sunday
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| Keith Urban |
