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Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
Oh
The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight
And I long to be with him from morning till night
I long to be with him, it grieves my heart so
Won't
Spent Sunday morning in the air
Liquid lizards, laissez faire.
The Holy Cow on a gravy train
A little stain, so much pain.
Hey little angels
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
of the people passing by
I know they wonder why I look the way I do
Repeat pre-chorus
Saturday feels like another day, Sunday's gone it's another day
One day
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled from
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
While resting the other evening by the side of the road 
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold 
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
Johnny let's go out riding
To a place outside of town
I go there every Sunday
To watch the sun go down

There's plenty of girls who know you
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays with
While resting the other evening by the side of the road 
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold 
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
are all silenced, gone before us.

[Chorus]

We gathered at the Daisy Field
On Sunday afternoon,
And we danced to Johnny Quigley and the Royal.
Skip, skip,skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou

Put on your Sunday, go to meetin'
And I'll take you by the hand
I saw Pete and Johnny too

Dressed up in their Sunday suits

Getting themselves all up to go

Down to Richmond to the traveling show

I fixed
When I dance I'm tailed by a dog called Ego
And you don't move at all
When I talk you bark with a pitch black halo
Damn, you're gonna hit the wall
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
might be on your radio on every Sunday.
So listen what your DJ plays. (2x)
You-ROY will be gone by the end of the day
Michigan & Smiley in a different
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays with
make me take you out back

Tattoos, sweet tea, NASCAR Sunday
Hard hat, head back to work on Monday

My kind of country
Little league, bass boats
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?)  They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all)  Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
She's got a T-top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays