Sick On Sunday
The screen door is rattling,
the sweet tea is warm And there's something real heavy in the
air before the storm
I put on my Sunday dress just to sit here on the
floor But my boots are still dusty by the front door
I looked at that old photograph on the mantle piece And my
head started spinning like a wild wind in the trees
(oh my)
Something ain't right
in the holler today
Yeah, something ain't right,
no matter what they say My heart is running heavy and my
bones feel like lead (something ain't right)
They're whispering rumors down at the general store About a handwritten letter
that was dropped on the floor
I tried to find the humor in the way my spirit sank
But my engine's gone sour with bad gas in the tank
Something ain't right
in the holler today
Yeah, something ain't right,
no matter what they say My heart is running heavy and my
bones feel like lead
(something ain't right)
Just a little bit off (mmmmm) Yeah,
something ain't right