Miranda Lambert - Another Sunday In The South Lyrics

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Miranda Lambert - Another Sunday In The South Lyrics, Country Lyrics, free music online, t shirts, concert tickets Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch And the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like blow torch Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol Baby, I know that it's only 11:30 But sure as hell or high water I'm gettin' kinda thirsty I don't need your mama's lemonade I need something from a can or a bottle on ice Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud You and me go Fishin' in the Dark Killin' time with Restless Heart Just another Sunday in the South There's church bells ringin' Down the road and we ain't goin' I'm singin' Hallelujah right here with the warm wind blowin' Next to you, Sitting next to me and we're shaking that sugar tree Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday in the South Well, honey, it's a far cry From our crazy lives All you gotta do is turn on the radio It'll take us back It'll take us home Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with Restless Heart Just another Sunday in the South I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday in the South Just another Sunday Yeah Just another Sunday (I can hear my mama callin') just another sunday (Sweet Sunday) Just another Sunday Oooohh In the South Miranda Lambert - Another Sunday In The South Lyrics, Country Lyrics, free music online, t shirts, concert tickets

Miranda Lambert - Another Sunday In The South Lyrics, Country Lyrics, free music online, t shirts, concert tickets


Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch
And the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like blow torch
Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle

Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol
Baby, I know that it's only 11:30
But sure as hell or high water
I'm gettin' kinda thirsty
I don't need your mama's lemonade
I need something from a can or a bottle on ice

Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
and crank it loud
You and me go Fishin' in the Dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South

There's church bells ringin'
Down the road and we ain't goin'
I'm singin' Hallelujah right here
with the warm wind blowin'
Next to you, Sitting next to me
and we're shaking that sugar tree

Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South

Well, honey, it's a far cry
From our crazy lives
All you gotta do is turn on the radio
It'll take us back
It'll take us home

Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
You and me go fishin' in the dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South
I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Just another Sunday
Yeah
Just another Sunday
(I can hear my mama callin')
just another sunday
(Sweet Sunday)
Just another Sunday
Oooohh
In the South

Miranda Lambert - Another Sunday In The South Lyrics, Country Lyrics, free music online, t shirts, concert tickets