That's What I Love About Sunday

Raymond's in his Sunday best He's usually up to his chest in oil and grease There's the Martins 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 Amazing Grace And then we shake the preacher's hand Go home into your blue jeans Have some chicken and some baked beans Pick a backyard 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 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 I'll steal a kiss as the sun fades That's what I love about Sunday Oh yeah New believers gettin' baptized Mama's hands raised up high Havin' a hallelujah good time A smile on everybody's face That's what I love about Sunday (Sunday) Oh yeah That's what I love about Sunday (Sunday) Oh yeah