It Must Be Sunday - Darrell Scott

IT MUST BE SUNDAY FOR A MAN TO FEEL THIS BLUE

I’M THINKING ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS

AND A WOMAN I HAD GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO

MOST FOLKS ARE DOWN IN SUNDAY SCHOOL

LEARNING ABOUT THE GOLDEN RULE

BUT EVEN JESUS COULDN’T HELP ME TODAY

PRAISE BE TO LONELINESS, IT MUST BE SUNDAY

IT MUST BE SUNDAY SHE DON’T ANSWER HER PHONE

I LET IT RING A THOUSAND TIMES

I GUESS YOU’D SAY THERE WAS NOBODY HOME

I ASKED THE LANDLORD IF HE KNEW

ABOUT THE GIRL IN 302

HE SAID, «YEA THE GIRL JUST UP AND MOVED AWAY»

PRAISE BE TO LONELINESS, IT MUST BE SUNDAY

IT’S BEEN A MONTH OF SUNDAYS SINCE SHE SAID GOODBYE

THIRTY DAYS OF GRIEVING TEARS IN MY EYES, I CAN’T SEE,

WHAT’S BECOME OF ME?

TOMORROW’S MONDAY MAYBE WORK’LL PULL ME THROUGH

IF I KEEP MY HANDS REAL BUSY

GIVE ME HEART A CHANCE TO NOT THINK OF YOU

BUT TOMORROW COMES AND THEN AGAIN

MAYBE I’LL JUST CALL IT IN, YOU KNOW

THEY CAN DO WITHOUT ME ANYWAY

PRAISE BE TO LONELINESS

IT MUST BE SUNDAY

IT MUST BE SUNDAY