What i love about Sunday -Craig Morgan
Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin in,
With that mean little freckle-face kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.
Thats what i love about Sunday:
SIng along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Nothin' much of anything;
Thats what i love about Sunday.
I stroll to the end of the drive,
pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Rob, finally tied the knot,
Well, Its about time.
Its 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby cut that coupon out!
Thats what i love about Sunday.
Cat-nappin on the porch swing;
you curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve out names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
Thats what i love about Sunday,
Oh Yeah.
Ooh new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin a Hallelujah good tiem
A smile on everbody's face.
Thats what i love about Sunday,
Oh Yeah
Thats whaat i love about Sunday,
Oh, Yeah