Lee Ann Womack - Sunday

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I can’t get no doctor on the phone
I’m all over here dyin' and there ain’t nobody home
Lord, what the hell have you done?
Why ain’t nobody home on a Sunday
I can’t find no comfort in my soul
Time is fleeting and I’m growing old
Remember, boy, when you were golden?
And now nobody’s home on a Sunday
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
Jesus, will ya hold 'em as they fall?
'Cause there ain’t nobody home on a Sunday
I said, the only thing that’s real is here and now
Search within your heart and the truth is found
Lord, if there’s any question, they’ll have to wait for Monday
'Cause there ain’t nobody home on a Sunday
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
Flying outta here and I can’t slow down
Jesus, will ya hold 'em as they fall?
'Cause there ain’t nobody home on a Sunday
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
I’m glory-bound, I’m glory-bound
I’m flying outta here and I can’t slow down
Jesus, will ya hold 'em as they fall?
'Cause there ain’t nobody home on a Sunday