What I love about Sunday

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 35 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 timeA smile on everybody's face.That's what I love about Sunday,Oh, yeah. That's what I love about Sunday