Sunday Morning Heart - Jon Langston

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 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 sweet southern charm

And a Sunday morning heart

Yeah I believe what’s saving me

Is her waking up in my arms

She’s got a Sunday morning heart

Every time she smiles, I fall apart

She’s got a Saturday night wild streak

With sweet southern charm

And a Sunday morning heart

Man I love her Sunday morning heart