C
Raymond’s in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest,
G
In oil and grease,
C
There's the Martins walking in,
With that mean little freckle faced kid,
G
Who broke a window last week,
Bm Em
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key,
C D
In the pew behind me,
G
That's what I love about Sunday,
Em
Sing along as the choir sways,
Am
Every verse of amazing grace,
D
Then we shake the preacher’s hand,
G
Go home to our blue jeans,
Em
Have some chicken and some baked beans,
Am
Pick our back yard football teams,
D
Not do much of anything,
G
That's what I love about Sunday.
C
I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday times,
G
Grab my coffee cup,
C
Well it looks like Sally and Ron,
Finally tied the knot,
G
Well it's about time,
Bm Em
35 cents off of ground round,
C D
Baby cut that coupon out,
G
That's what I love about Sunday,
Em
Cat napping on the porch swing,
Am
You curled up next to me,
D
The smell of jasmine wakes us up,
G
Take a walk down a back road,
Em
Tackle box and a cane pole,
Am
Carve our names in that white oak,
D
Steal a kiss while the sun fades,
G
That's what I love about Sunday.
Break G-Em-Am-D-
G
New believers getting baptized,
Em
Mommas hands raised up high,
Am
Then hallelujah good time,
D
A smile on everybody’s face,
G-Em-Am-D-G
That's what I love about Sunday.