"SUNDAY CLOTHES" lyrics

I woke up this morning
And got cleaned up
Knocked the dust off my Bible
And dirt off my truck
I'm dressed to the nines
In this stained-glass mirror
The last place I thought would be is here

But I'm sitting in a front-row pew
Tears raining on these old boots
Suffocating in a collared shirt
While I'm waiting to carry you out of this church
Hey, we shouldn't be here today
You got me cussing in and out of this place
You've been saying this is where I need to go
But Saturdays ain't made for Sunday clothes

Could be Tennessee and 'Bama
50-yard line
Working on the truck
Could be fencing barb wire
Fishing off a bank
Sittin in a tree
Yeah. That should be us, but dammit you got me

Here sitting in a front-row pew
Tears raining on these old boots
Suffocating in this collared shirt
While I'm waiting to carry you out of this church
Hey, we shouldn't be here today
You got me cussing in and out of this place
You've been saying this is where I need to go
But Saturdays ain't made for Sunday clothes

I know you're up there
Looking down out in the outskirts of Heaven
And when that preacher looks in the crowd
Come tomorrow I'll be sitting

Praying here in a front-row pew
Tears raining on these old boots
Suffocating in a collared shirt
Finding amazing grace right here in this church
Man, we shouldn't be here today
You got me cussing in and out of this place
You've been saying this is where I need to go
But Saturdays ain't made for Sunday clothes

Sunday clothes
Saturdays ain't made for Sunday clothes