Another Sunday in the South

Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch And the sun's beating down, heatin' up this house like a blow torch Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol Baby, I know that it's only 11:30 But sure as hell or high water I'm gettin' kinda thirsty I don't need your mama's lemonade I need something from a can or a bottle on ice Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with restless heart Just another Sunday in the South There's church bells ringin' Down the road and we ain't goin' I'm singin' Hallelujah right here With the warm wind blowin' Next to you, sitting next to me And we're shaking that sugar tree Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday in the South Well, honey, it's a far cry From our crazy lives but All you gotta do is turn on the radio It'll take us back It'll take us home Oh oh oh Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with restless heart Just another Sunday in the South I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday in the South Just another Sunday Yeah Just another Sunday (I can hear my mama callin') Just another Sunday (Sweet Sunday) Just another Sunday Oooohh in the South