Country Sunday

Wind chimes hangin' from a rusty nail
Harmonizin' with a whippoorwill
And a willow weepin' out in the yard
Church bells ringin' in the mountain air
Ol' men sittin' in their rockin' chairs
In their suits and ties, and an old guitar

The toes are tappin' on that old front porch
You can smell fried chicken through an old screen door
On a cool country Sunday

Dust comin' up from down the road
Family crowd is startin' to grow
As time slows down in the afternoon
We all knew Heaven wasn't far away
Grandma sang "Amazing Grace"
And then suppertime would be here soon

Before we sat down to break the bread
We'd all gather 'round and bow our heads
On a cool country Sunday

Grandpa pray and say amen
I thank the Lord we're all together again
Grandma smiled and wiped her tears away
Then we passed the plates
On a cool country Sunday

Mama helped stack the plates in a pile
We'd all sit and talk for a while
As the autumn breeze brought in the night
When we finally got around to saying goodbye
Daddy would tell us how he dreaded the drive
As the dogs would chase our red taillights

I'd sit in the back seat and count the cars
'Til I fell asleep with a dream in my heart
Of a cool country Sunday

Grandpa pray and say amen
I thank the Lord we're all together again
Grandma smiled and wiped her tears away
Then we passed the plates
On a cool country Sunday

On a cool country Sunday