That's What I Love About Sunday

Raymond's in his Sunday best

He's usually up to his chest

In oil and grease

There's the Martins walking 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"

And then we shake the preacher's hand

Go home, into your blue jeans

Have some chicken and some baked beans

Pick a backyard 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 a coffee cup

It looks like Sally and Ron

Finally tied the knot

Well, it's about time

It's thirty-five cents off of ground round, baby, cut that coupon out

That's 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

And steal a kiss as the sun fades

That's what I love about Sunday, oh, yeah

Ooh, new believers getting baptized

Mama'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

That's what I love about Sunday, oh, yeah