Sunday Morning Heart

She's got a few last calls left in them boots
 She might shoot whiskey once in a blue moon
 She can set a dive bar dance floor on fire on a Saturday night
 
 I've heard her pretty lips say a four letter word
 She's hell on wheels in a short blue jean skirt
 I've seen her get wound up just a little too tight on a Saturday night
 But she's got a Sunday morning heart
 Every time she smiles, I fall apart
 She's got a Saturday night wild streak
 With a sweet southern charm
 And a Sunday morning heart
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 She could make the rain stop with an "I love you"
 Every time I need one, she's right on cue
 Calls her mama every day, thanks Jesus when she prays
 For a sinner like me
 Yeah she's got a Sunday morning heart
 Every time she smiles, I fall apart
 She's got a Saturday night wild streak
 With a sweet southern charm
 And a Sunday morning heart
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 Yeah I believe what's saving me
 Is her waking up in my arms
 And her Sunday morning heart
 Every time she smiles, I fall apart
 She's got a Saturday night wild streak
 With a sweet southern charm
 And a Sunday morning heart
 Man, I love her Sunday morning heart