Текст песни Drinkin' in My Sunday Dress - Maria McKee
I
can
barely
feel
the
sheets
with
all
these
crumbs
down
in
my
bed
How
can
I
get
to
sleep
with
all
this
buzzin'
in
my
head
And
who'd
have
ever
thought
I'd
not
complain
about
a
mess
Serves
me
right
I
guess,
this
is
what
I
get
For
eatin'
crackers
with
my
gin
And
drinkin'
in
my
Sunday
dress
The
telephone
is
by
the
bottle
which
is
always
by
my
bed
From
time
to
time
I
give
it
a
rattle
to
make
sure
that
it's
not
dead
I
will
wait
here
for
your
call
till
I
run
out
of
cigarettes
I
love
to
play
the
part
of
the
damsel
in
distress
Flickin'
ashes
in
my
coffee
Drinkin'
in
my
Sunday
dress
Well
I've
been
on
the
road
to
this
and
I've
been
on
the
way
to
this
But
who'da
think
it'd
come
to
this
Don't
let
on
you've
seen
me
like
this
My
old
transistor's
sounding
just
as
twangy
as
a
Fender
My
radiator
growls
like
Elvis
after
Sunday
dinner
I've
drained
my
last
tequila
and
I've
thrown
away
the
blender
I've
poured
out
all
the
wine,
from
now
on
nothing
but
the
best
Cognac
and
Patsy
Cline
While
drinkin'
in
my
Sunday
dress
Well
I've
been
on
the
road
to
this
and
I've
been
on
the
way
to
this
I
surely
ain't
a
hypocrite
I've
had
my
fun
and
now
I
must
confess
Our
reverend
is
a
kingly
soul,
repents
'em
on
a
dime
His
bible
is
not
inked
in
gold,
he
is
not
the
cheatin'
kind
One
Sunday
after
meetin'
I
was
in
the
greetin'
line
He
said
I've
seen
you
from
the
altar
Gulpin'
down
communion
wine
Just
remember
who's
beside
you
when
it's
no
business
of
mine
1 I've Forgotten What It Was in You (That Put the Need in Me)
2 To Miss Someone
3 Am I the Only One (Who's Ever Felt This Way?)
4 Nobody's Child
5 Panic Beach
6 Can't Pull the Wool Down (Over the Little Lamb's Eyes)
7 More Than a Heart Can Hold
8 This Property Is Condemned
9 Breathe
10 Has He Got a Friend for Me?
11 Drinkin' in My Sunday Dress
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