That's What I Love About Sunday - Craig Morgan

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

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 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

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