Song of the Week: That’s What I Love About Sunday

Perhaps it’s typical of warm days to wax nostalgic over summers past? Whatever the reason, of late whenever I hear Craig Morgan’s That’s What I Love About Sunday, it reminds me of the lazy summer days of my youth spent back in Oklahoma. The music is written in a high, minor key with E and A minor chords featured prominently throughout. This point notwithstanding, the song itself is more introspective than it is sad as the chorus picks up with a rich mix of full major chords before the its conclusion. Instruments tend to be acoustic guitar supported by fiddle and percussion. Fairly typical of country music. While the music is good, it really is Morgan’s voice which carries the song and drives its story. The lyrics themselves present the tale of a simple family enjoying their Sunday tracing the day from a morning church service to Sunday lunch afterward before ending with an evening stroll. While it’s certainly an arguable point, in the opinion of yours truly, the song pretty much sums up the perfect day. Sometimes the best of life really is the simple. In all, the song offers an experience enjoyed widely back in Walters and one I hope to enjoy again someday soon. For now, life is humidity and Boston bustle but Morgan’s tune is a nice respite even in the midst of a crowd. The song’s official music video is presented below for your listening and viewing pleasure. Lyrics follow after the jump. That’s What I Love About Sunday Raymond’s in his Sunday best, He’s usually up to his chest in oil an’ grease. There’s the Martin’s walkin’ in, With that mean little freckle-faced kid, Who broke a window last week. Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me. That’s what I love about Sunday: Sing along as the choir sways; Every verse of Amazin’ Grace, An’ then we shake the Preacher’s hand. Go home, into your blue jeans; Have some chicken an’ some baked beans. Pick a back yard football team, Not do much of anything: That’s what I love about Sunday. I stroll to the end of the drive, Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup. It looks like Sally an’ Ron, finally tied the knot, Well, it’s about time. It’s 35 cents off a ground round, Baby. cut that coupon out! That’s what I love about Sunday: Cat-napping on the porch swing; You curled up next to me, The smell of jasmine wakes us up. Take a walk down a back road, Tackle box and a cane pole; Carve our names in that white oak, An’ steal a kiss as the sun fades, That’s what I love about Sunday, Oh, yeah. Ooh, new believers gettin’ baptized, Momma’s hands raised up high, Havin’ a Hallelujah good time A smile on everybody’s face. That’s what I love about Sunday, Oh, yeah. That’s what I love about Sunday, Oh, yeah.