Radio Romance - Sunday Fine

Ain’t no traffic jacked up two lane
On these low down country roads
After Saturday night ‘round here yea we move a little slow
But that’s ok cause it ain’t Monday
Got some burgers on the Coleman cold ones chillin’ over ice
Got my baby in a sundress underneath the sunshine

I’m feeling
Sunday fine
Fine Bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy
Them back porch vibes
Slow like the sun dropping
White wicker chair rockin’
Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes
Feelin Sunday fine

She’s like ooooo
Make you say Hallelujah
When she moves
Little summertime senorita
Mixin’ oj with that champagne
Got that Lionel Ritchie easy leanin’
Laid back in her shades I get that
Come to Jesus feelin’
When she looks at me that way

I’m feeling
Sunday fine
Fine Bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy
Them back porch vibes
Slow like the sun dropping
White wicker chair rockin’
Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes
Feelin Sunday fine

I’m feeling
Sunday fine
Fine bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy
Them back porch vibes
Slow like the sun dropping
White wicker chair rockin’
Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes

Sunday fine
Fine bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy
them back porch vibes
Slow like the sun droppin’
White wicker chair rockin’
Watching the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes
Feelin’ Sunday Fine
Sunday Fine
She got me Sunday Fine
Yea Im feelin’ Sunday Fine
She got me feelin’ that Sunday Fine
Oh yes she does

Written by:
Jay Brunswick, Joshua Evan Gramling, Joshua Marshall Dunne, Moises Padilla

Publisher:
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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