Sunday Morning Blues Songtext
von Channing Wilson

I caught you across the room last night in that little black dress
I fell in the whiskey and I wound up a mess
Thought I′d moved on but I was wrong I guess
I got the Sunday morning blues

That ol' coffee pot has given up on me
These Jack Daniels eyes are too bloodshot to see
A worn-out celling fan′s humming Oh Lonesome Me
And I've got the Sunday morning blues


Church bells ringing choir singing
When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder I'll Be There
Sun′s shining, fish are biting
But I′m still in my underwear

The neighbors and the bookies are waiting on football
And this California king feels like my back's to the wall
I′d be waiting around forever if I was waiting on your call
I got the Sunday morning blues


Church bells ringing choir singing Just As I Am
I got to get going, get these ol' wheels rollin′
But the blues they don't give a damn
I step out for a cigarette to clear my head
And try not to think about them old words in red
So I just pop the top off another one instead
I got the Sunday morning blues
I got the Sunday morning blues