Lucky Sunday

Lyrics
Mr. Preacher's preaching love, it's lucky Sunday, yeah I got a green fly on my cup and it's mucky Sunday, yeah All the choir is shining bright with pollens in their hair And a beetle gave me fright, but Jesus okay She'll be there, I know, third in the second-back row Fled by her father and cousins, and brothers by dozens And everyone's twenty foot tall, so tall Now we're singing 2-6-5, it's lucky Sunday, yeah (Yeah) Thank the good lord I'm alive on his lucky Sunday, yeah (yeah) Lucky Sunday, yeah Here she come now (Here she comes now) Here she come, flowers in her golden hair (Here she comes) Momma, here she comes (Here she comes now) Oh (Here she comes, flowers in her hair) Make her smile (Please make her smile) Please make her smile (Please make her smile) At me She commands my whole devotions to lucky Sunday (Aah, aah) She explains the whole emotion of lucky Sunday (Aah, aah) Lucky Sunday, yeah (Aah) Lucky Sunday, yeah (Aah) Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Aaron Schroeder
- Les Vandyke