"Sunday Supper" lyrics

Waylon Wyatt & Bayker Blankenship Lyrics

"Sunday Supper"

Running through the field where pops cut hay
Heading down to the creek for three or four days
Grab my fishing pole and my tackle bag
Lady's in the front seat and the guitars in the back
Never know what you have
Till you take a look in the past

Momma's ringin' that bell on the front porch
Kids all sittin' there scratching on the screen door
Mommas gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Headin' down the back road laughing
We don't give a crap what happens
Might've made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper

These dogs are barking these same old songs
This ole pickup trucks just hummin' along
It runs on teenage love and cheap gasoline
It's seen a lot if you know what I mean
Stayed out late and I don't want to leave
Best bet I'll make it for those collard greens

Momma's ringin' that bell on the front porch
Kids all sittin' there scratching on the screen door
Mommas gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Headin' down the back road laughing
We don't give a crap what happens
Might've made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper

(Time for each other)

Momma's ringin' that bell on the front porch
Kids all sittin' there scratching on the screen door
Mommas gonna be mad when she finds out we're not at home
Headin' down the back road laughing
We don't give a crap what happens
Might've made enough time for each other
Ain't got time for Sunday supper


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