Karaoké Another Sunday in the South Miranda Lambert

Only thing movin' out here is this swing on the front porch

And the sun's beatin' down

Heatin' up this house like a blow torch

Sittin' here singin' Dixie with a whistle

Man it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol

Baby I know that it's only eleven thirty

But sure as hell or high water

I'm gettin' kinda thirsty

I don't need your mama's lemonade

I need somethin' from a can or a bottle on ice

Just another Sunday in the South

Wanna put on some

Shenandoah and crank it loud

You and me go fishin' in the dark

Killin' time with restless heart

Just another Sunday in the South

There's church bells ringin' down the road and we ain't goin'

I'm singin' Hallelujah right here with the warm wind blowin'

Next to you sittin' next to me

And we're shakin' that sugar tree

Just another Sunday in the South

Wanna put on some

Shenandoah and crank it loud

All you gotta do is give me that wink

Man this ain't no thinkin' thing

Just another Sunday in the South

Well honey it's a far cry from our crazy lives but all you gotta do is turn on the radio

It'll take us back

It'll take us home ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Just another Sunday in the South

Wanna put on some

Shenandoah and crank it loud

You and me go fishin' in the dark

Killin' time with restless heart

Just another Sunday in the South

I'm gonna put on some

Shenandoah and crank it loud

All you gotta do is give me that wink

Man this ain't no thinkin' thing

Just another Sunday in the South

Just another Sunday

Yeah yeah

Just another Sunday

Ooh just another Sunday

Just another Sunday

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

In the South