Sunday Fine

Ain’t no traffic jacked up two lane On these low down country roads After Saturday night ‘round here yea we move a little slow But that’s ok cause it ain’t Monday Got some burgers on the Coleman cold ones chillin’ over ice Got my baby in a sundress underneath the sunshine I’m feeling Sunday fine Fine Bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy Them back porch vibes Slow like the sun dropping White wicker chair rockin’ Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes Feelin Sunday fine She’s like ooooo Make you say Hallelujah When she moves Little summertime senorita Mixin’ oj with that champagne Got that Lionel Ritchie easy leanin’ Laid back in her shades I get that Come to Jesus feelin’ When she looks at me that way I’m feeling Sunday fine Fine Bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy Them back porch vibes Slow like the sun dropping White wicker chair rockin’ Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes Feelin Sunday fine I’m feeling Sunday fine Fine bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy Them back porch vibes Slow like the sun dropping White wicker chair rockin’ Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes Sunday fine Fine bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy them back porch vibes Slow like the sun droppin’ White wicker chair rockin’ Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes Feelin’ Sunday Fine Sunday Fine She got me Sunday Fine Yea Im feelin’ Sunday Fine She got me feelin’ that Sunday Fine Oh yes she does