25 Days of Music | Day 3 – That’s What I Love About Sunday

Day 01 – Your favorite song
Day 02 – Your least favorite song
Day 03 – A song that makes you happy
Day 04 – A song that makes you sad
Day 05 – A song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 – A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 07 – A song that you know all the words to
Day 08 – A song that you can dance to
Day 09 – A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 10 – A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 11 – A song that makes you think of your best friend
Day 12 – A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 13 – A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 14 – A song that describes you
Day 15 – A song from your favorite album
Day 16 – A song from your favorite band
Day 17 – A song from a band you can’t stand
Day 18 – A song that makes you laugh
Day 19- A song that you wish you could play
Day 20 – A song from your childhood
Day 21- A song with great lyrics
Day 22- A song you love with no lyrics
Day 23 – A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 24 – A song that you could never get tired of
Day 25 – Your favorite song at this time last year

That’s What I Love About Sunday – Craig Morgan

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,
Not do 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 time
A smile on everybody’s face.
That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.