That's What I Love About Sunday

Raymond's in his Sunday best
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 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 Amazing 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
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 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
 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
 An' steal a kiss as the sun fades
 That's what I love about Sunday
 Oh, yeah
 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
 What I love about Sunday
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 Oh, yeah