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Sunday Best
Lainey Wilson
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Well, I pulled up, to that church of Christ
With a broken heart, and bloodshot eyes
Too hungover to go inside
So, I hung my head and drove on by
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday best
Thought I really, really knew him well
He was the one, far as I could tell
But last night I caught him with somebody else
And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday bะตst
And yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timะต
But right now, forgiveness ain't something I can find
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking, and I'm a mess
Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best
When I pulled up to that church of Christ
Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking
It's somethin' silly
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Hell, Jesus turned water into wine
Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha
Whoo, I'm drunk
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