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Jim Ed Brown - Sunday in the Country lyrics
(F. Crane) When it's Sunday in the country That's a special kind of day A time for playin' lazy in the sun It's so nice to know the work's all done. The church bells invitation Seems to warm the whole creation That the parson's congregation I'd be none If we all start playin' lazy in the sun. After the meetin' what a feast will be eaten Everyone from grandpa down to liitle Faye Eats fried chicken and hot biscuits by the tray Sunday dinner in the country is that way. While the women clean the kitchen All the men start to horseshoe pitchin' While the young men stand round itchin' for a try Then we'll all eat some of grandma's pie. As Sunday in the country passes by When the day begins to mellow And the moon is cornstock yellow Every gal expects her fellow to come by. They'll go courtin' while the moon is high As Sunday in the country passes by... |
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