Текст Jon Langston – Sunday Morning Heart

She’s got a few last calls left in them boots
She might shoot whiskey once in a blue moon
She can set a dive bar dance floor on fire on a Saturday night

I’ve heard her pretty lips say a four letter word

But she’s got a Sunday morning heart
Every time she smiles, I fall apart
She’s got a Saturday night wild streak
With a sweet southern charm
And a Sunday morning heart

She could make the rain stop with an «I love you»
Every time I need one, she’s a right on cue
Calls her mama every day, thanks Jesus when she prays
For a sinner like me

Yeah she’s got a Sunday morning heart
Every time she smiles, I fall apart
She’s got a Saturday night wild streak
With a sweet southern charm
And a Sunday morning heart

Yeah I believe what’s saving me
Is her waking up in my arms

And her Sunday morning heart
Every time she smiles, I fall apart
She’s got a Saturday night wild streak
With a sweet southern charm
And a Sunday morning heart
Man I love her Sunday morning heart