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Jelly Roll - Sunday Morning (acoustic) - The Whiskey Sessions
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Gutstadt
Jared Gutstadt
Songwriter
Jason Mater
Jason Mater
Composer
Matthew L Shafer
Matthew L Shafer
Composer
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jared Gutstadt
Jared Gutstadt
Producer

Lyrics

Fat man, fat man It's Sunday morning, let's go (One, two, three, four) Let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin' And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin' The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah Another Sunday mornin', another weekend worth of kickin' it Now I'm sittin' on the couch and mentally relivin' it Guess I'll chalk it up, it's just a part of the fast life A stranger's in my room and she look so much better last night The radio's loud, someone turn that shit down And my livin' room, it looks like a fraternity house Man I swear to God, I regret this shit every Sunday I'm in dire need of a Tylenol and a Gatorade My stomach hurts man I know I blew a lot of cash But I'd be lyin' if I said that I ain't have a blast The weekends gone, I can't believe it again But I know on Friday, I'll be drinkin' again So let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin' And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin' The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah I lost my rent money, I'm about to get evicted On top of that, my fat ass woke up next to a midget And all that I remember was us kickin' it and laughin' And then I woke up like, "What the fuck happened?" I swear, every Sunday mornin', I feel like a bad guy There's a dude sleepin' on my floor with a black eye I lost my wallet man, I must've left it at the bar I got my key, but I still can't find my car So I'm just sittin' here starin' at the ceilin' Dealin' with such a gut wrenchin' feelin' The weekends gone, I can't believe it again But I know on Friday, I'll be drinkin' again So let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer, it's Sunday mornin' And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin' The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin' Yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah Come on everybody, come on y'all Let me light a cigarette and drink me a beer (haha), it's Sunday mornin' And if my baby calls, tell her I ain't here, it's Sunday mornin' The bar was closin' down again, me and all my rowdy friends I think the sun's comin' up again, it's Sunday mornin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Sunday mornin' yeah, yeah Yeah baby, haha
Writer(s): Jason Mater, Jared Gutstadt, Jason Bradley De Ford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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