Sunday Best Lainey Wilson
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[Verse]
Well, I pulled up
To that church of Christ
With a broken heart
And bloodshot eyes
Too hungover to go inside
So, I hung my head and drove on by
[Chorus]
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday best
Thought I really, really knew him well
He was the one, far as I could tell
But last night I caught him with somebody else
And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday bеst
[Bridge]
Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе
But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find
Well, I pulled up
To that church of Christ
With a broken heart
And bloodshot eyes
Too hungover to go inside
So, I hung my head and drove on by
[Chorus]
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday best
Thought I really, really knew him well
He was the one, far as I could tell
But last night I caught him with somebody else
And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday bеst
[Bridge]
Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе
But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find
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