Ask Me On A Sunday - Poem by Melanie Weeks
Ask me on a Sunday,
How am I doing?
And how's my life?
Well I'm doing fine,
Yeah, I'm doing alright.
Sitting on my friends truck
Listening to Backwoods and Amerilo Sky.
Outside the church, yeah, man.
We're having fun!
Dancing to Trace Adkins and Tim McGraw.
Yeah, it sets us free.
Preacher man preaching about the five points of the cross,
We listen and learn.
We sing Amazing Grace and Yes Lord.
In and Outside church,
We're having a ball.
My friends and I,
We're country lovin'.
We wave to strangers going past,
Hollor at the folks that don't come anymore.
Having some good ole' clean fun.
Then I go home and make
Some sweet iced tea,
And dance along to Justin Moore.
Wake my daddy up, and clean up a little.
So ask me on a Sunday.
I'm doin' alright,
I'm doing just fine.
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