Sunday Morning Heart

She's got a few last calls left in them boots She might shoot whiskey once in a blue moon She can set a dive bar dance floor on fire on a Saturday night I've heard her pretty lips say a four letter word She's hell on wheels in a short blue jean skirt I've seen her get wound up just a little too tight on a Saturday night But she's got a Sunday morning heart Every time she smiles, I fall apart She's got a Saturday night wild streak With a sweet southern charm And a Sunday morning heart She could make the rain stop with an "I love you" Every time I need one, she's right on cue Calls her mama every day, thanks Jesus when she prays For a sinner like me Yeah she's got a Sunday morning heart Every time she smiles, I fall apart She's got a Saturday night wild streak With a sweet southern charm And a Sunday morning heart Yeah I believe what's saving me Is her waking up in my arms And her Sunday morning heart Every time she smiles, I fall apart She's got a Saturday night wild streak With a sweet southern charm And a Sunday morning heart Man, I love her Sunday morning heart