That's What I Love About Sunday

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-faced kid Who broke a window last week Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me That's what I love about Sunday Sing along as the choir sways Every verse of Amazing 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 Not do much of anything That's 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' Ron, finally tied the knot Well it's about time It's 35 cents off a ground round Baby, cut that coupon out What I love about Sunday Cat-napping 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 our names in that white oak An' steal a kiss as the sun fades That's what I love about Sunday Oh, yeah New believers gettin' baptized Momma's hands raised up high Havin' a Hallelujah good time A smile on everybody's face That's what I love about Sunday Oh, yeah What I love about Sunday Oh, yeah