That’s what I love about Sunday

	  		
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Raymond’s in his Sunday best,
 
He's usually up to his chest, 
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In oil and grease, 
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There's the Martins walking in, 

With that mean little freckle faced kid, 
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Who broke a window last week, 
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Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key, 
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In the pew behind me, 
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That's what I love about Sunday,
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Sing along as the choir sways,
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Every verse of amazing grace,
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Then we shake the preacher’s hand,
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Go home to our blue jeans,
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Have some chicken and some baked beans,
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Pick our back yard football teams,
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Not do much of anything,
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That's what I love about Sunday.

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I stroll to the end of the drive,
                 
Pick up the Sunday times,
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Grab my coffee cup,
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Well it looks like Sally and Ron,

Finally tied the knot,
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Well it's about time,
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35 cents off of ground round,
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Baby cut that coupon out, 

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That's what I love about Sunday,
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Cat napping on the porch swing,
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You curled up next to me,
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The smell of jasmine wakes us up,
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Take a walk down a back road,
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Tackle box and a cane pole,
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Carve our names in that white oak,
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Steal a kiss while the sun fades,
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That's what I love about Sunday.

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New believers getting baptized,
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Mommas hands raised up high,
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Then hallelujah good time,
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A smile on everybody’s face,
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That's what I love about Sunday.