Sunday Stoned
Saw you down there at the bar
Two dollar draft special
Burning up a hole in your hand
I was looking for trouble, you were serving time
Spending all your night
Stealing looks from a stool, Didn't cost me a dime
Before long we were fishing
Reeling in good times
Love spread out on a fresh made bed
Oh, you were mine
Then you let down your hair
And wiped off that smile
Sooner than you know it
I was running for my life a moonlight mile
I'm Sunday stoned
Thinking about home
Trying to find the words to the next country song
Thinking about her
Thinking about me
Thinking about all the times that you were with me, yeah
All our spring's sowing seeds
Flowers bloom to the knees
Kicking dirt through the air
Feet torn, cold and bare, it bleeds
What are you waiting for
A voice from the sea
I'm here, stood upon the sand
Like the king of the land, All me
Then those curtains went drawn
Out screaming on the lawn
Kiss before you leave
Curse the spell written all over me
When I think about those eyes, It's so hard not to cry
Those bright blue pearls In our little boy's eyes
Oh, God, why
I'm Sunday stoned
Thinking about home
Trying to find the words to the next country song
Thinking about her
Thinking about me
Thinking about all the times that you were with me, with me yeah
Well, I'm Sunday stoned
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm Sunday stoned
I'm Sunday stoned
Thinking about home
Trying to find the words to the next country song
Two dollar draft special
Burning up a hole in your hand
I was looking for trouble, you were serving time
Spending all your night
Stealing looks from a stool, Didn't cost me a dime
Before long we were fishing
Reeling in good times
Love spread out on a fresh made bed
Oh, you were mine
Then you let down your hair
And wiped off that smile
Sooner than you know it
I was running for my life a moonlight mile
I'm Sunday stoned
Thinking about home
Trying to find the words to the next country song
Thinking about her
Thinking about me
Thinking about all the times that you were with me, yeah
All our spring's sowing seeds
Flowers bloom to the knees
Kicking dirt through the air
Feet torn, cold and bare, it bleeds
What are you waiting for
A voice from the sea
I'm here, stood upon the sand
Like the king of the land, All me
Then those curtains went drawn
Out screaming on the lawn
Kiss before you leave
Curse the spell written all over me
When I think about those eyes, It's so hard not to cry
Those bright blue pearls In our little boy's eyes
Oh, God, why
I'm Sunday stoned
Thinking about home
Trying to find the words to the next country song
Thinking about her
Thinking about me
Thinking about all the times that you were with me, with me yeah
Well, I'm Sunday stoned
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm Sunday stoned
I'm Sunday stoned
Thinking about home
Trying to find the words to the next country song
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Writer(s): Owen Jacobs
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