Porchlight Sundays

Morning light through the kitchen window

Coffee brewing on the old wood stove

Fields stretching out for miles Boots by the door ready to go (yeah)

Sunday in the country,

where the worries fade away

Sunday in the country,

let the good times stay

With family and the open sky This is where my heart belongs (ooh)

Sunday paper on the front porch swing

Kids running through the tall grass

Church bells ringing in the distance

Nothing here moves too fast (hmm)

Sunday in the country,

where the worries fade away

Sunday in the country,

let the good times stay With family and the open sky This

is where my heart belongs (yeah)

Sometimes the city calls my name

But the country always brings me home

Sunday in the country,

where the worries fade away

Sunday in the country,

let the good times stay With family and the open sky This

is where my heart belongs (ooh

yeah)