The Cats - Come Sunday lyrics

Tired of cheap motels Topless bars and neon lights And if my car don't break down I'll be home in just two more nights I'm getting back to Houston I'm leaving one night stands behind But I'm-a thinking 'bout it There's just one thing that's on my mind Ohoho, come Sunday I spend Monday home with you In a little old trip for two Monday morning last the whole life through Ohoho, come Sunday I spend Monday home with you Got a lot of making up to do Monday morning, just me and you I always remember New York City in the rain I saw a girl looking just like you Ridin' on the subway train But now I'm in Kentucky Counting stops along the way Drinking black coffee And I'll be home in just one more day Ohoho, come Sunday I spend Monday home with you In a little old trip for two Monday morning last the whole life through Ohoho, come Sunday I spend Monday home with you Got a lot of making up to do Monday morning, just me and you Ohoho, come Sunday I spend Monday home with you In a little old trip for two Monday morning last the whole life through