Corinthians (Proctor's)

Jet trails cut across a Winthrop County sky That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die There's a beautiful black Gelding, and he's waitin' there for me Pissed off and raisin' neck hairs out in shoot number three Last night they were pullin' pints of pesky Pendleton Snuck away from the fire, slept there with the grass and wind I looked up at heaven, saw how small I really was I wanna build a house and burn it down just because And you're smirking like an asshole With a cheek full of tobacco In the back of some Bronco In a town you've never been Nothin' fun happens after you turn 25 If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side And if I'm going down, then I'm going down true If I got anyone to thank then it'll always be you What the hell am I doing? Who the hell am I? How I miss the scripture Oh, Sunday's the day to die And granddad sure was punchy But loved Jesus to his core I wanna die today, so I can learn to live for more Nothin' fun happens after you turn 25 If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side And if I'm going down then I'm going down true If I got anyone to thank it'll only be you If I got anyone to thank it'll always be you Jet trails cut across a Winthrop County sky That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die All right, boys