Chinook

Sunday, Sunday
It's the one day I always wake up sore
Sore in the valley of doubt
Sunday, Sunday
It's the one day I feel I'm losing out
Wasting my time in doubt
I'm always feeling this way, can you help me out?
So I'll sing from the bottom of the valley of doubt

Oh take me back to where the pastures are so green
I miss the feeling of not feeling like I'm "in-between"

Sunday, Sunday
It's the one day I feel I'm wasting time
Thinking of trivial things
Who's in the middle and who feels superior now
Who's the leader and who'll take the easy way out

I never thought that I would miss those fields of hay
Now all I think about is hiding from the freezing rain

Sing from the valley of doubt
Oh, Sing from the valley of

Oh take me back to where the pastures are so green
I miss the feeling of not feeling like I'm "in-between"

Sunday, Sunday
It's the one day I always wake up sore, sore in the valley of doubt
Sing from the valley of doubt
Oh, Sing from the valley of doubt
Oh, Sing from the valley of doubt
Ohhh



Credits
Writer(s): Louise Claire Burns
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