Sunday Dinner - Frank Foster

The old man hanging out front, shaking hands

Sure good to see y’all this morning, amen

You’re always home in the Lord’s house, son

Come on in and sit down

And Uncle Joe to lead the choir

What a beautiful sign

When I fly away in Amazing Grace

Oh, it always put a smile on Mom’s face

And we’d join hands and bow our heads down

And we’d have Sunday dinner on the ground

And we’d have Sunday dinner on the ground