Sunday Rider

Sunday Rider - David Gates

Written by：DAVID GATES

Sunday riders

Ridin' out along the highway

Sunday gliders

Glidin' up along the skyway

Some must fly and some must speed

To satisfy the human need

Paper dresses

Wear them once and throw away

Plastic flowers

Try to smell them anyway

No matter what the future brings

Nothin's like the real things

Sunday lovers

Sneakin' in forsaken places

Under covers

So's to hide the guilty faces

Take my wife and take my pay

But don't take my sunday lady from me