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
She's hell on wheels in a short blue jean skirt
I've seen her get wound up just a little too tight on a Saturday night
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
