Текст песни Sunday Dress - Sunny Sweeney

I woke up this morning with the best intentions
Mama called, I think she knew I wouldn't show
I hate for her to have to answer questions
'Bout how I'm doing, but I just couldn't go

I don't want 'em all to see me cry
I don't want to have to lie
In the Good Lord's house 'bout why I'd be there alone
While mama's lifting up her prayers
I'm just smoking cigarettes
And drinking, drinking in my Sunday dress

I'm in no shape to be the center of attention
We all know how small town rumors fly
Can't handle all the looks and the opinions
It's hard enough right now to hold on to my pride

I don't want 'em all to see me cry
I don't want to have to lie
In the Good Lord's house 'bout why I'd be there alone
While mama's lifting up her prayers
I'm just smoking cigarettes
And drinking, drinking in my Sunday dress

Maybe in a week or two
I'll have the courage to face the crowd
Mama won't have to dance around the truth
The way she's probably doing right now

I don't want 'em all to see me cry
I don't want to have to lie
In the Good Lord's house 'bout why I'd be there alone
While mama's lifting up those prayers
I'm just smoking my cigarettes
And drinking, drinking in my Sunday dress
While mama's lifting up those prayers
I'm just smoking my cigarettes
And drinking, drinking in my Sunday dress