Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch And the sun's beating down, heatin' up this house like a blow torch Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol Baby, I know that it's only 11:30 But sure as hell or high water I'm gettin' kinda thirsty I don't need your mama's lemonade I need something from a can or a bottle on ice Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with restless heart Just another Sunday in the South There's church bells ringin' Down the road and we ain't goin' I'm singin' Hallelujah right here With the warm wind blowin' Next to you, sitting next to me And we're shaking that sugar tree Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday in the South Well, honey, it's a far cry From our crazy lives but All you gotta do is turn on the radio It'll take us back It'll take us home Oh oh oh Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with restless heart Just another Sunday in the South I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday in the South Just another Sunday Yeah Just another Sunday (I can hear my mama callin') Just another Sunday (Sweet Sunday) Just another Sunday Oooohh in the South

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two World Wars And the England he knew is no more He sings the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows Sunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleep