Tift Merritt - Sunday lyrics

I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin' But a handful of cigarettes I'm gonna leave the windows open When I feel like gettin' dressed I'm gonna think hard about leavin' See if the afternoon can tell I'm gonna let him lie there sleepin' Then I'm gonna love him well One mornin' gonna wake up Far from this town where my body lies But Sunday is nobody's business Sunday is nobody's business Tell all of the neighbors. Take back all your favors And look away, Lord. Take down your eyes The ice trays all are empty There's nothin' here to eat at all I can't even find a pack of matches I left the oven on all night long My mother's cross town I'm goin' to see her My grandma's up there on the hill She's drinkin' sherry with all of the angels Savin' a little but until That mornin' when I wake up Far from this town where my body lies But Sunday is nobody's business Sunday is nobody's business Tell all of the neighbors Take back all the favors And look away Lord. Take down your eyes I'm gonna spend it like I got it. Take it like I want it Love like no one loves me at all Cause in the place where I come from, you have to be careful When everything is certain. When everything is fixed When everything is fine. When everything is fine I'm gonna buy some flowers at the grocery With my last five dollars again I don't care if lonely is comin' I've been practicin' Tonight in this window The moon is gonna rise If you wanna give me somethin', give me somethin' Ah, but today don't give me no surprise Don't give me no surprise