Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's What I Love About Sunday, artist - Country Crusaders.
Date of issue: 12.10.2012
Song language: English
That's What I Love About Sunday |
Raymond’s in his Sunday best, |
He’s usually up to his chest in oil an' grease. |
There’s the Martin’s walkin' 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 Amazin' Grace, |
An' then we shake the Preacher’s hand. |
Go home, into your blue jeans; |
Have some chicken an' some baked beans. |
Pick a back yard football team, |
Nothin' 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 an' 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-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, |
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades, |
That’s what I love about Sunday, |
Oh, yeah. |
Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized, |
Momma’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. |