Sunday

I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin' but a handful of cigarettes
I'm gonna leave the windows open when I feel like gettin' dressed
I'm gonna think hard about leavin', see if the afternoon can tell
I'm gonna let him lie there sleepin', then I'm gonna love him well

One mornin' 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 nothin' 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 across town, I'm goin' to see her, my grandma's up there on the hill
She's drinkin' sherry with all of the angels, savin' a little bit until

That mornin' 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 comin', I've been practicin'
Tonight in this window, the moon is gonna rise
If you wanna give me somethin', give me somethin'
Ah, but today don't give me no surprise, don't give me no surprise