That's What I Love About Sunday [Live]

                                  Raymond's in his Sunday best

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 Amazin' 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

Nothin' 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 an' Ron, 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-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.

Ooh, 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

That's what I love about Sunday

Oh, yeah