Another Sunday in the South lyrics

Only thing moving out here

Is this swing on the front porch

And the sun's beating down

Heating up this house like a 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 getting 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 fishing in the dark

Killing time with "Restless Heart"

Just another Sunday in the South

There's church bells ringing down the road

And we ain't going

I'm singing "Hallelujah" right here

With the warm wind blowing

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 thinking 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

And 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 fishing in the dark

Killing 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 thinking thing

Just another Sunday in the South

Just another Sunday (yeah, yeah)

Just another Sunday (I can hear my mama calling)

Just another Sunday

Just another Sunday, ooh, in the South

• Artist:Miranda Lambert
• Album:Platinum