Sunday - Tommy Lee

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

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 across 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 bit until

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