Sunday - Tift Merritt
Written by：Tift Merritt
I'm gonna have a good cry over nothing
But a handful of cigarettes
I'm gonna leave the windows open
When i feel like getting dressed
I'm gonna think hard about leaving
See if the afternoon can tell
I'm gonna let him lie there sleeping
Then i'm gonna love him well
One morning 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 nothing 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 cross town going to see her
My grandma's up there on the hill
She's drinking sherry withof the angels
Saving a little but until
That morning 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 coming
I've been practicing
Tonight in this window
The moon is gonna rise
If you wanna give me something give me something
Ah but today don't give me no surprise
Give me no surprise
Don't give me no surprise
No surprise
