Songtexte:
It Always Rains On Sunday

feels so cold It always feels like this when he goes away There's really nothing new about the rain It always rains on Saturday It always feels like this

But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Sunday morning and it's time to go Been raining

my pocket and a special one just for you It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and

the last bus home And this is where I go Just when it rains Blinking and stoned Rain in your hair You only smoke ?cause it's something to share Singing bring on

substitute For what's been taken from me. Ah, come to daddy, come on. Sunday afternoon can't last forever, Wish I could take you home. So, come on,

settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away My Oklahoma home, it blowed away It looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there But my Oklahoma home, it

I met him on a Sunday Ooh, it was first day of the rest of my life Haven't been the same, since you called my name Everything has changed Made me bloom

to church on ever Sunday, but shes a freaky lil girl. n what she does to me on Monday. you wouldn't think she was the pastors lil girl. late night we always do it

window We take a trip down memory lane Dust on the truck, no chance of rain My third generation farming friends All pray that it's on the way And if it