Sunday Morning Songtext
von Cash Savage and The Last Drinks

Sunday mornin′ and I'm comin′ down
Lyin' here with you
Close the windows and come back to bed
There's nothing that I′d rather do

I′ve never been one for sleepin' in
Felt like wasted time
Come back to bed, my dear, my love
Lying here′s mending my mind


We can dream of a time with a house of our own
With little ones to warm up the halls
Or laugh at the time we drank too much wine
And passed out drunk on the floor

Oh, my head, it's aching, my dear
Could you pass me two of them pills?
One for the drink I put away last night
And one so I can lay here with you

Sunday mornin′ and I'm comin′ down
Lyin' here with you
Close the window and come back to bed
There's nothing I′d rather do