If Every Day Was Sunday

Well I hadn't been home
And I don't know when
So I drove down this morning and I snuck on him
Slid into the back-roll of that Southern Baptist Church
Heard my uncle lead the singing
And my cousin preached the word
Mama turned around and saw me
As the congregation sings, "Amazing Grace"
She came running down the aisle
With an hallelujah smile
And I thought won't this world be a better place

If everyday was Sunday
Yeah, Jesus would have a lot more friends
If everyday was Sunday
Oh, what a places this would be, amen

Won't have to call a cab
'Cause mama don't serve liquor, it's as-tea coffee
Washing down her fried chicken
No dusty bibles, broken golden rules
We might learn to love our neighbors
Just like he told us to
We won't be so weary
As we take a nap out on the front porch swaying
Be a lot more seeing ma more
Porches and football and TGIF won't mean a thing

If everyday was Sunday
Life would be one long weekend
If everyday was Sunday
Oh, what a places this would be, amen

We'll spend more time with our children
And we just might think twice before we curse
Yeah, we'll be rolling down the highway
Singing out, "Fly away"
On a little old white church bus

If everyday was Sunday
Yeah, Jesus would have a lot more friends
If everyday was Sunday
Oh, what a places this would be, amen

If everyday was Sunday
No, we wouldn't have to go to work on Monday
If everyday was Sunday
Yea yeah