Miranda Lambert - Another Sunday In The South Lyrics
Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porchAnd the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like blow torchSitting here singing Dixie with a whistleMan, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistolBaby, I know that it's only 11:30But sure as hell or high waterI'm gettin' kinda thirstyI don't need your mama's lemonadeI need something from a can or a bottle on iceJust another Sunday in the SouthWanna put on some ShenandoahAnd crank it loudYou and me go Fishin' in the DarkKillin' time with Restless HeartJust another Sunday in the SouthThere's church bells ringin'Down the road and we ain't goin'I'm singin' Hallelujah right hereWith the warm wind blowin'Next to you, Sitting next to meAnd we're shaking that sugar treeJust another Sunday in the SouthWanna put on some ShenandoahAnd crank it loudAll you gotta do is give me that winkMan, this ain't no thinkin' thingJust another Sunday in the SouthWell, honey, it's a far cryFrom our crazy livesAll you gotta do is turn on the radioIt'll take us backIt'll take us homeJust another Sunday in the SouthWanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loudYou and me go fishin' in the darkKillin' time with Restless HeartJust another Sunday in the SouthI'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loudAll you gotta do is give me that winkMan, this ain't no thinkin' thingJust another Sunday in the SouthJust another SundayYeahJust another Sunday(I can hear my mama callin')Just another sunday(Sweet Sunday)Just another SundayOooohhIn the South
