Lyrics:

Raymond's in his Sunday best
He's usually up to his chest
In oil and grease
There's the Martins walking in
With that mean little freckled-face 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 'Amazing Grace'
And then we shake the preacher's hand
Go home into your blue jeans
Have some chicken and some baked beans
Pick a backyard 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 a coffee cup
It looks like Sally and Rob
Finally tied the knot
Well it's about time
It's thirty-five cents off of 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
I steal a kiss as the sun fades
That's what I love about Sunday

New believers getting baptized
Mama's hands raised up high
Having 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