Raymond's in his Sunday best   He's usually up to his chest   In oil and grease   There's the Martins walking in   With that mean little freckled-face kid   Who broke a window last week   Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key   In the pew behind me      That's what I love about Sunday   Sing along as the choir sways   Every verse of "Amazing Grace"   And then we shake the preacher's hand   Go home into your blue jeans   Have some chicken and some baked beans   Pick a backyard football team   Not do much of anything   That's what I love about Sunday      I stroll to the end of the drive   Pick up the Sunday Times   Grab a coffee cup   It looks like Sally and Rob   Finally tied the knot   Well it's about time   It's thirty-five cents off of ground round   Baby, cut that coupon out      That's what I love about Sunday   Cat napping on the porch swing   You curled up next to me   The smell of jasmine wakes us up   Take a walk down a back road   Tackle box and a cane pole   Carve our names in that white oak   I steal a kiss as the sun fades   That's what I love about Sunday      New believers getting baptized   Mama's hands raised up high   Having a Hallelujah good time   A smile on everybody's face   That's what I love about Sunday      Oh yeah   That's what I love about Sunday   Oh yeah