Sunday Best
Lainey Wilson
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| G | G | [Verse]G Well, I pulled upG To that church of ChristG With a broken heartG And bloodshot eyesC G Too hungover to go insideG D G So, I hung my head and drove on by [Chorus]C G And I don't feel like HallelujahD G With this aching in my chestC So here I sit out on some backroadG Em paper sack and Marlboro reds C D G N.C. Drinking in my Sunday bestContinúa después del anuncio[Verse 2]G Thought I really, really knew him wellG He was the one, far as I could tellC But last night I caught him withG somebody elseG D And yeah, that preacher's son canG go to hell [Chorus]C G And I don't feel like HallelujahD G With this aching in my chestC So here I sit out on some backroadG Em paper sack and Marlboro redsC D G Drinking in my Sunday bеst [Bridge]D C Yeah, I know that I'll get overG him in timеD But right now forgiveness ain'tC D something I can find [Chorus]C G And I don't feel like HallelujahD G With this aching in my chestC So here I sit out on some backroadG Em paper sack and Marlboro redsC D G Drinking, and I'm a messC D G Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best [Tag]G When I pulled up to that church of ChristG Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinkingG It's somethin' sillyG Hell, Jesus turned water into wineG Hmm, pour me another one, hahahaG Whoo, I'm drunkG Hahaha