Thats What I Love About Sunday Lyrics

Raymond's in his Sunday best He's usually up to his chest in oil and 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 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 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 a 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-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
Oh, new believers gettin' 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