Sunday Clothes Lyrics

Grandma slicked my hair down
I cinched up my belt
I can still remember how that polyester felt
Townsfolk all a-tremble
Yeah they know what they're living for
As the preacher takes the pulpit
And the ushers shut the door

Came into this crazy world around 19 and 68
Fathered by a crazy kid with nothing on his plate
Daddy got in trouble, yeah Daddy did some time
So visiting day in the penitentiary is where I learned to cry

Yeah, we were singing those hymns over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday nights
I never understood it all that well back then
But it probably saved my life
We were singing those hymns over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday nights
I never understood it all that well back then
But it probably saved my life

Summertimes we'd live with Grandma
Where we learned the golden rule
Or some Southern variation
Called Vacation Bible School
I never got in trouble
I was just lucky I suppose
But I was never quite an angel
Even in those Sunday clothes

Back when Grandma slicked my hair down
And I cinched up my belt
I can still remember how that polyester felt
Townsfolk all a-tremble
Yeah they know what they're living for
As the preacher takes the pulpit
And the ushers shut the door

Yeah, we were singing those hymns over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday nights
I never understood it all that well back then
But it probably saved my life
We were singing those hymns over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday nights
I never understood it all that well back then
But it probably saved my life
It probably saved my life
It probably saved my life
It probably saved my life
It probably saved my life