I saw you on the avenue You looked so tired and a little blue You were in your Sunday best With your father's tie upon your chest (chorus) Hey, you
acting hardcore (yeah) And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young They leave .em by their loved ones People wondering, Toronto Sunday
seen it all before - A German shepard - At their door - Who ever died of a broken heart...anyway? - Because she looked so good in blue - Runny make-
Bandera runs a barefoot child Takin' Sunday-go-to-meetin' shortcuts He's out across those open fields, down those dusty drives The hills that wear blue
Saturday, when the hair comes down All the girls in town gonna dress the place In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light All the boys with desire of
rock 'n roll cafe Ah, but you know those small town blues Are really too much to lose There's nothin' really there to go back for And on Sunday mornin
I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating Celery and blue
be there at the door Like waves upon a tropical storm My maiden aunt's mind is vicious Gosh your lips are delicious Well maybe just a cigarrette more Never said your blues
what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive To notify your parents of the manner in which you died? At St. Patricks every Sunday,
turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a perfect color for your eyes Call an optimist, she's turning blue
to the front door What's left behind when the sun does shine Is passed out on the floor For I'm going to lay my head down Before Sunday mornin' It's
car in his Sunday best Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door
can?t wait to see my baby soon Louisiana Sunday afternoon Louisiana Sunday afternoon Lord, you got to help me make it through On this Louisiana Sunday afternoon Louisiana Sunday
waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday
Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this
sneaked into a telephone booth ..yes,yes!! and then he shut the fucking door! ... and he pulled down his blue denim po An-type trouser pants, and he spread
is where im from We be lettin our nuts hang over our shoulders/ figure 8 and go n duck droppin with all 4 doors open, gassin and brakin and yolkin