Sunday Dress - Sunny Sweeney

Written by：Holmes Monty/Sweeney Sunny/Owens Buddy

I woke up this morning with the best intentions

Mama called I think she knew I wouldn't show

I hate for her to have to answer questions

'Bout how I'm doin' but I just couldn't go

I don't want 'em all to see me cry

I don't want to have to lie

In the good Lords house 'bout why

I'd be there alone

While mama's liftin' up her prayers

I'm just smokin' cigarettes and drinkin'

Drinkin' in my Sunday dress

I'm in no shape to be the center of attention

We all know how small town rumors fly

Can't handle all the looks and the opinions

It's hard enough right now to hold on to my pride

I don't want 'em all to see me cry

I don't want to have to lie

In the good Lords house 'bout why

I'd be there alone

While mama's liftin' up her prayers

I'm just smokin' cigarettes and drinkin'

Drinkin' in my Sunday dress

Maybe in a week or two I'll have the courage to face the crowd

Mama won't have to dance around the truth

The way she's probably doin' right now

I don't want 'em all to see me cry

I don't want to have to lie

In the good Lords house 'bout why

I'd be there alone

While mama's liftin' up those prayers

I'm just smokin' my cigarettes and drinkin'

Drinkin' in my Sunday dress

While mama's liftin' up those prayers

I'm just smokin' my cigarettes and drinkin'

Drinkin' in my Sunday dress