Sundays

Song written by Turtle Rose Lyrics below: Verse Stadium lights lit up the field, the whole crowd cheering my name I thought this would be my stage, for many years on every Sunday Took one hit and that was it, looking up at the white ceiling paint The doctor said son I’m sorry, that was when everything changed Chorus Now my Sundays turned to son days, with my little boy out at the farm His eyes watching football on the tv, while hearing me play my guitar If he grows up to play ball like me oh god I pray please keep my boy safe oh god……… My whole world every Sunday was built around….. father and son days Verse We were just kids in a small apartment, bills piled up all over the floor Didn’t know much about each other, but would learn more and more The years blurred and words got sharper, love cracked like my old knee Judge said it’s all final and my boy left with you and the keys Chorus Now my Sundays stayed as son days, pick up truck in a parking lot line Waiting for that small back pack and smile trying not to waste a minute of time We would throw a football in the sky oh god I pray please keep my boy safe oh god…….. My whole world every Sunday was built around….. father and son days Bridge One night I knelt on the side of my empty bed Said god I lost it all I lost the life I had all planned Then something just came over me I felt something that I couldn’t see The good lord set me free with the peace he gave and left with me Chorus Now my Sundays are your son days, with the good book in a wooden seat Tears fell down when I look up to see he was the one who took the hit for me You showed me I’m not alone oh god I pray please keep my boy safe oh god……… My whole world every Sunday was built around….. father and son days Oh My whole world every Sunday was built around….. father and son days