Sunday mornin’ salvation Comin’ through the stained glass Starched white shirts, pretty dresses Old Mr. Jones sneakin’ a nap We’re singing just as I am All the way down to the sixth verse Then rushin’, out the door, mama prayin’ Lord, don’t let the roast be burned
That’s Sunday in a small town Everything just slows down After 6 days workin’ hard It’s horseshoes in the backyard Shade got it made Pray for rain so the corn grows, amen Wash the dirt off your John Deere soul Lord knows it’s the one day of the week Tractors don’t roll
Me and grandpa gonna baptize Some crickets with a Zebco The old ladies on the porch, rockin’ babies Talkin’ bout how fast they grow You curled up next to me girl Feels like an answered prayer Can’t find the sign of the devil Slippin’ round here anywhere
That’s Sunday in a small town Everything just slows down After 6 days workin’ hard It’s horseshoes in the backyard Shade got it made Pray for rain so the corn grows, amen Wash the dirt off your John Deere soul Lord knows it’s the one day of the week Tractors don’t roll
Yeah they’re sleepin’ in a barn layin’ low Sandin’ quiet in a field, don’t you know With the keys on the hook in the house
‘Cause it’s Sunday in a small town Everything just slows down After 6 days workin’ hard It’s horseshoes in the backyard Shade got it made Pray for rain so the corn grows, amen Wash the dirt off your John Deere soul Lord knows it’s the one day of the week Yeah the one day of the week And the only day of the week Tractors don’t roll