[Intro] [warm strummed guitar] Hmmm Hmmm [Verse 1] One day leaves her tired, The next day takes its share, Another brings some worries She was never meant to bare. She’ll listen to somebody, She’ll try to make things good, Put everybody else back together To stop thinking about the thoughts she could. [Chorus] But Sunday hair, Sunday hair, Big red curls are everywhere, Whatever life has put her through, Sunday comes, and she arrives too Sunday hair, Sunday hair, A little time to breathe in air, The week can take what the week may dare, But it can’t have Sunday hair. Hmmm [Verse 2] Two kids have grown and test her a little, One still needs her every day, And somehow there is always room For someone else along the way. She carries things she never mentions, Smiles when she could disappear, Then stands in front of a mirror And brings herself right back here. [Chorus] With Sunday hair, Sunday hair, Big red curls are everywhere Whatever life has put her through, Sunday comes, and she arrives too Sunday hair, Sunday hair, A little time to breathe the air The week can take what the week deems fair, But it can’t have Sunday hair. [Bridge] And her good man looks at her Like he always does, Just a little bit amazed That she’s the woman that he gets to love [Instrumental] [technical Guitar solo] [Final Chorus] It’s Sunday hair, Sunday hair, (Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh) Big red curls are everywhere, Whatever life has put her through, Sunday comes, and she arrives too Sunday hair, Sunday hair, (Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh) A little time to breathe the air, The world throws at us all that we can bare She puts it right with Sunday hair. [Outro] [Quietly] Hmmm, Sunday hair. She’s hanging in there With Sunday hair [Gentle instrumental conclusion with guitar solo]
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