Sunday Labor

We were riding home from work one day in my Soul and this girl mentions something to Lamar that sounds like "Sunday Labor".  I think I heard her right.  Nevertheless, it immediately struck me to write a song by that title.  The irony of the phrase will make it effective, I thought. The song was enspired by the story of  David's  eating the priests' bread on the sabbath.  We all like to take it easy on our day of rest.   I suggest an an aggressive electric strum:  (in Em)



Sunday Labor
  Em
I work all day
   B
I earn my pay
   F#
today's my day
  Am              G
let the world spin



sittin' on the bed couch

birds on the porch

the wife has her own work

let the world spin


refrain:

See you later
I'm not doin'
you a favor
Sunday labor


the truth needs bein' told
I'm getting very old
no time for fakin' bold
I've paid my dues


this guy's got a flat tire
beat you to the wire
sittin' by the fire
let the world spin


(refrain)


too many hassles
left them at the office
gave money to the hospice
I've paid my dues

I'm not my brother's keeper
the ballgame was a sleeper
at least I don't go deeper
let the world spin

(refrain)
repeat and fade....


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