very intricate, when you're in the crowd Life becomes the movies and everyone has a role It's easy being the actor when the combine's the only star Sunday
hurt so many times You don't know when love's for real So you don't open up or give in to love Or express how you feel But just like Sunday morning
meat, didn't he? When they found him took 'bout a motherfuckin' week, didn't it? Down in a motherfuckin' creek, didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out, fishin' Sunday
) on sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday Let me do the first verse first Getting up at 6 really hurts,hurts,hurts but once i take
Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for desert Then
got some pain to kill Promotion bumped me Boyfriend dumped me I gotta do something So until the sun comes up on Sunday I've got some pain to kill Hurt
to your auction And let them chant the number And use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday
the water Baptized away my sins Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy Couple of lookers, new best friends We slipped in the back of Sunday service
, you hugged me Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me I thought how bad could this hurt
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert
Well, I woke up, Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert
again? 'Cause I'll do anything to prove that I love you still And that I'm sorry for the fool I've been Haven't slept in a month of Sundays And I know
in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted one mill' This morning one fifty Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt your
got wild they got wild they got rowdy Verse 1 {yella boy} I was creepin' through newtons gave my boy some fuckin' dap I looked to my right and lil' hurt
Friday night I crashed your party Saturday I said i'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting any one And
We're talking early Sunday. You're standing last. Another bottlecap just hit the ground. You're almost falling over, around the corner lies the one
On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing And grandpa
Born on a Sunday, everyday is Monday That is what I've heard about the real world Up on the morning, heading for the schoolyard Big boys being bullies