Lyric Sunday Comes Billy Falcon

Album When 2010
Billy Falcon

 

Sunday comes

I’ve got so much stuff to do,
No time for cryin’ over you, ooh, ooh
Sort the mail, pick up the yard,
Change the strings on my guitar, ooh, ooh
So I don’t forget, I’ll make a list
Feed the car and wash the fish
Till I’m so damn dizzy,
I don’t know what day it is

But, when Sunday comes, it’s gonna hurt like hell
It’s gonna break my heart to wake up by myself
I’m gonna go to church
I’m gonna sit alone
I’m gonna say a prayer
I’m gonna drive back home
No, I won’t even know you’re gone
Not till Sunday comes

Oiled up that creakin’ door
Nothin’ round here squeaks no more, ooh, ooh
I gotta get myself in shape
Run in circles; lift some weights ooh, ooh
My friends they ask, I say I’m fine
They ask again ‘cause they think I’m lyin’
When I said I was all right, I was all right at the time

But, when Sunday comes, it’s gonna hurt like hell
It’s gonna break my heart to wake up by myself
I’m gonna go to church
I’m gonna sit alone
I’m gonna say a prayer
I’m gonna drive back home
No, I won’t even know you’re gone
Not till Sunday comes

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When Sunday comes, it’s gonna hurt like hell
It’s gonna break my heart to wake up by myself
I’m gonna go to church
I’m gonna sit alone
I’m gonna say a prayer
I’m gonna drive back home
No, I won’t even know you’re gone
Not till Sunday comes
Not till Sunday
No not till Sunday comes
Not till Sunday
NO not till Sunday comes
Not till Sunday
No not till Sunday comes
Not till Sunday
No not till Sunday comes