Maw and Paw's Sunday Redemption

[Verse 1] Maw's in the kitchen, clanging them pans, Paw's on the porch, cussing with his hands. Sun's barely risen, the rooster ain't crowed, And already their tempers have overflowed. [Chorus] But come Sunday mornin', they dress in their best, Head to the chapel, let the preacher do the rest. Hold hands at the altar, say a quiet prayer, Make it all right, like they truly care. [Verse 2] Monday to Saturday, it’s the same ol' fight, Over burnt biscuits or who left on the light. They love each other, but they sure love to yell, Two hearts tangled in a small-town spell. [Chorus] But come Sunday mornin', they dress in their best, Head to the chapel, let the preacher do the rest. Hold hands at the altar, say a quiet prayer, Make it all right, like they truly care. [Bridge] The preacher says, "Forgive, and let it go," But by Sunday supper, it’s all for show. Maw’s got her stories, Paw’s got his pride, They’ll argue 'til the day they’re side by side. [Verse 3] Back at the house, the cycle starts anew, Paw slams the door, Maw burns the stew. But deep in their hearts, love still survives, In this wild, old dance that keeps them alive.