Every Single Sunday

[Instrumental] [Verse] Sunday, Sunday, Sunday Swinging on the dockside Sweet sherry on the rocks Some time to be caught The jukebox in the corner plays A tune that takes me far away [Verse 2] Every Single Sunday Hearin' Father John pray No need to commune Right here we'll stay, Every single Sunday [Chorus] Sunday, Sunday, Sunday Every Single Sunday Listen to the sidewalks, the stereo play Father John's sermons and Every Single Sunday In these promised lands Father John's sermons and Every Single Sunday In these promised lands [Bridge] When the sun dips low, And shadows grow long, We find our peace in the sweet, Sound of a blues song. With the river's soft murmur, And a gentle breeze, We let the music heal, And set our minds at ease. [Verse 3] Monday's troubles melt away, When Sunday rolls around, We'll find our way, In the simple joys, Where the blues notes play. [Chorus] Sunday, Sunday, Sunday Every Single Sunday Listen to the sidewalks, the stereo play Father John's sermons and Every Single Sunday In these promised lands [Instrumental Groove] [Chorus] Sunday, Sunday, Sunday Every Single Sunday Listen to the children, the stereo play Father John's sermons and Every Single Sunday In these promised lands