Paroles de Sunday

glider swing on the porch communion shirt shiny shoes little boy kicks in the dirt hop in back of the car when church is through drive through the neighborhood sunday turning newspaper page four eggs that fry while the turntable arm drops 45's black poodle on the couch sunday but as the sunbeams start to dim monday blues come creeping in climb in bed with mom and hide away don't want to say goodnight please come around again sunday