Another Sunday in the South

Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch
 And the sun's beating down, heatin' up this house like a blow torch
 Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle
 Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol
 Baby, I know that it's only 11:30
 But sure as hell or high water
 I'm gettin' kinda thirsty
 I don't need your mama's lemonade
 I need something from a can or a bottle on ice
 Just another Sunday in the South
 Wanna put on some Shenandoah
 And crank it loud
 You and me go fishin' in the dark
 Killin' time with restless heart
 Just another Sunday in the South
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 There's church bells ringin'
 Down the road and we ain't goin'
 I'm singin' Hallelujah right here
 With the warm wind blowin'
 Next to you, sitting next to me
 And we're shaking that sugar tree
 Just another Sunday in the South
 Wanna put on some Shenandoah
 And crank it loud
 All you gotta do is give me that wink
 Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
 Just another Sunday in the South
 Well, honey, it's a far cry
 From our crazy lives but
 All you gotta do is turn on the radio
 It'll take us back
 It'll take us home
 Oh oh oh
 Just another Sunday in the South
 Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
 You and me go fishin' in the dark
 Killin' time with restless heart
 Just another Sunday in the South
 I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
 All you gotta do is give me that wink
 Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
 Just another Sunday in the South
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 Just another Sunday
 Yeah
 Just another Sunday
 (I can hear my mama callin')
 Just another Sunday (Sweet Sunday)
 Just another Sunday
 Oooohh in the South