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,
Then we shake the preacher?s hand,
Have some chicken and some baked beans,
Pick our back yard football teams,
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,
Well it looks like Sally and Ron,
Finally tied the knot,
Well it's about time,
35 cents off of 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 while the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday.
Break G-Em-Am-D-
New believers getting baptized,
Mommas hands raised up high,
Then hallelujah good time,
A smile on everybody?s face,
That's what I love about Sunday.