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 walking 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 a coffee cup

Looks like sally and rob finally tied the knot

Well, it's about time

It's thirty-five cents off a ground round

Baby, cut that coupon out

That's what I love about Sunday

Cat-nappin' on a 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

New believers getting 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

That's what I love about Sunday