by Cary Kembla
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SUNDAY MORNING
The mountain mist is in the distance
The dog is rolling on the grass
From this deck on Sunday morning
Yeah the world don't look half bad
I like to see you on the weekends
With your big brown eyes and your white hat
On this deck on Sunday morning
Oh I love to hold your hand
Yes I do
Now everybody's got their problems
Me and you just like the rest
But from this deck on Sunday morning
Yeah the world don't look half bad
And I love to hold your hand
On Sunday morning
© 2021 Cary Kembla
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