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Susan Haynes - Drinkin' in My Sunday Dress Lyrics
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am
I said now watch what you say they'll be calling you a radical
A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
Acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable
Oh Take it take it yeah
But at night, when all the world's asleep
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am I can barely feels the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no
How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head
An' who'd've ever thought I'd not complain about a mess
Serves me right, I guess
This is what I get for eatin' crackers with my gin,
An' drinkin' in my Sunday dress
Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed
Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead
I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes
I love to play the part of the damsel in distress
Flickin' ashes in my coffee
Drinkin' in my Sunday dress
Well I've been on the road to this
An' I've been on the way to this
But who'd 'a think it'd come to this
Don't let on you've seen me like this, like this
My old transistor's soundin' just as twangy as a Fender
My radiator growls like Elvis after Sunday dinner
I've drained my last Tequila and I've thrown away the blender
I've poured out all the wine; from now on nothin' but the best
Cognac an' Patsy Cline
While drinkin' in my Sunday dress
Who I am (3x)
