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