Drinkin' in My Sunday Dress

Drinkin' in My Sunday Dress - Country Hit Superstars

I can barely feel the sheets with all

These crumbs down in my bed

How can I get to sleep with all this buzzing in my head

Who'd have ever thought

I'd not complain about a mess

Serves me right I guess this is what I get

Eating crackers with my gin

And drinking in my sunday dress

Telephone is by the bottle

Which is always by my bed

Time to time

I give it a rattle to make sure that

It's not dead

I will wait here for your call till

I run out of cigarettes

I love to play the part of the damsel in distress

Flicking ashes in my coffee

Drinking in my sunday dress

Well I've been on the road to this

And I've been on the way to this

But who thought it'd come to this

Don't let on you've seen me like this

Like this

My old transistor's sounding

Just as twangy as a fender

My radiator growls like elvis after sunday dinner

I've drained my last tequila and

I've thrown away the blender

I've poured out all the wine

Now on nothing but the best

Cognac and patsy cline

While drinking in my sunday dress

Well I've been on the road to this

And I've been on the way to this

I surely ain't a hypocrite

I've had my fun and now I must confess

Our reverend is a kingly soul

Repents them on a dime

His bible is not inked in gold

He is not the cheating kind

One sunday after meeting

I was in the greeting line

Said I've seen you from the altar

Gulping down communion wine

Just remember who's beside you

When it's no business of mine

I said remember who's beside you

When it's no business of mine