Where the sun beats down like a hammer on a town called Lonely
And the kudzu swallows everything that stands in her way
I feel the wind blow strong and it won't be long 'fore they break me
Come Sunday

Lord, I feel I'm lost and lonesome lonely for my one and only honey chile

Well, it was twelve years back by a road shack where the boys cut cane
First taste so sweet knocked me off of my feet like a freight train
Now, I'm all broke down not even The Southern can save me
Come Sunday

Lord, I feel I'm lost and lonesome lonely for my one and only honey chile

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ain't going down easy
Good lovin' is a hard habit to break
I'm taking her with me
Good lovin' is a hard habit to break
Black water can't hold me
Good lovin' is a hard habit to break
I'm gunning for a town called Lonely
Come Sunday, come Sunday

Lord, I feel I'm lost and lonesome lonely for my one and only honey chile

Where the sun beats down like a hammer on a town called Lonely
And the kudzu swallows everything that stands in her way
I feel the wind blow strong and it won't be long for they break me
Come Sunday

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Writer(s): Joe Andrews, Ketch Secor