That's What I Love About Sunday

Intro 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 back yard football teams, 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 my coffee cup, It looks like Sally and Ron, Finally tied the knot, Well it's about time, It's 35 cents off a ground round, Baby cut that coupon out, That's what I love about Sunday, Cat nappin 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, Steal a kiss as the sun fades, That's what I love about Sunday. Oh yeah New believers getting baptized, Mommas 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