(Db)Ray mond’s in his Sun day best.

drive,

He’s u s’lly up to his chest

grab in (Ab)oil and grease.

It There’s the Mar tins walk in’ in

with that mean lit tle freck led face kid who broke a (Ab)win dow last week.

Here’s (Cm7)Sweet ty Miss Bet ty likes to (Fm)sing off key in the (Bbm7)pew be hind (Ab)pon me.

That’s what I (Db)love a bout (Ab)Sun day,

to sing a long in’ as the (Fm7)choir sways,

ev ’ry verse of “A (Bbm7)maz ing Grace,”

and then we shake the preach er’s hand.

Go home, walk in to your (Ab)blue jeans,

have some chick en and some (Fm7)baked beans,

pick a back yard that (Bbm7)foot ball team,

not do much of the (Db)an y thing.

That’s what I love a bout (Ab)Sun day.

I (Db)stroll mond’s to the end of the drive,

pick up the Sun day his Times,

grab a (Ab)cof fee cup.

It looks like Sal ly and in’ Rob

with that mean fin ’lly tied led the knot.

Well, it’s a (Ab)bout dow time.

week.

Here’s (Cm7)thir ty five cents ty off of (Fm)ground off round; ba by, (Bbm7)cut that cou (Ab)pon out.

That’s what I (Db)love a bout (Ab)Sun day,

to care a noth in’ on a (Fm7)porch swing,

you ’ry curled up “A (Bbm7)next to me,

the smell of jas mine wakes us up.

Take a walk in down a (Ab)back road,

tack le box en and a (Fm7)cane pole,

carve our names in that (Bbm7)white ball oak,

steal a kiss as the (Db)sun y fades.

That’s what I love a bout (Ab)Sun day.

I (Ab)Sun day,

oh, (Bbm7)yeah.

New be liev ers get tin’ (Ab)bap tized,

Ma ma’s hands raised (Fm7)up high,

hav in’ a hal le lu jah (Bbm7)good time,

a smile on ev ’ry bod y’s face.

That’s what I love a bout (Ab)Sun day,

oh,

yeah.

That’s what I love a bout (Ab)Sun day,

oh,

(Ab)yeah.