- Votes:
- Composer:
- C. Tift Merritt
 
- Genres:
- Country
 
- Tags:
- americana
- sunday morning
- triangle
 
- See also:
Tift Merritt - Sunday lyrics
I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin'
 But a handful of cigarettes
 I'm gonna leave the windows open
 When I feel like gettin' dressed
 I'm gonna think hard about leavin'
 See if the afternoon can tell
 I'm gonna let him lie there sleepin'
 Then I'm gonna love him well
 CHORUS
 One mornin' gonna wake up
 Far from this town where my body lies
 But Sunday is nobody's business
 Sunday is nobody's business
 Tell all of the neighbors. Take back all your favors
 And look away, Lord. Take down your eyes
 The ice trays all are empty
 There's nothin' here to eat at all
 I can't even find a pack of matches
 I left the oven on all night long
 My mother's cross town I'm goin' to see her
 My grandma's up there on the hill
 She's drinkin' sherry with all of the angels
 Savin' a little but untilTift Merritt - Sunday - http://motolyrics.com/tift-merritt/sunday-lyrics.html
 CHORUS
 That mornin' when I wake up
 Far from this town where my body lies
 But Sunday is nobody's business
 Sunday is nobody's business
 Tell all of the neighbors Take back all the favors
 And look away Lord. Take down your eyes
 I'm gonna spend it like I got it. Take it like I want it
 Love like no one loves me at all
 Cause in the place where I come from, you have to be careful
 When everything is certain. When everything is fixed
 When everything is fine. When everything is fine
 I'm gonna buy some flowers at the grocery
 With my last five dollars again
 I don't care if lonely is comin'
 I've been practicin'
 Tonight in this window
 The moon is gonna rise
 If you wanna give me somethin', give me somethin'
 Ah, but today don't give me no surprise
 Don't give me no surprise













