Sunday Lyrics - Merritt Tift

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 until 

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