Sunday Best
Lainey Wilson
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Verse
G Well, I pulled up G To that church of Christ G With a broken heart G And bloodshot eyes C G Too hungover to go inside G D G So, I hung my head and drove on by
Chorus
C G And I don't feel like Hallelujah D G With this aching in my chest C G Em So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds C D G N.C. Drinking in my Sunday best
Verse 2
G Thought I really, really knew him well G He was the one, far as I could tell C G But last night I caught him with somebody else G D G And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell
Chorus
C G And I don't feel like Hallelujah D G With this aching in my chest C G Em So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds C D G Drinking in my Sunday bеst
Bridge
D C G Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе D C D But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find
Chorus
C G And I don't feel like Hallelujah D G With this aching in my chest C G Em So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds C D G Drinking, and I'm a mess C D G Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best
Tag
G When I pulled up to that church of Christ G Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking G It's somethin' silly G Hell, Jesus turned water into wine G Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha G Whoo, I'm drunk G Hahaha
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