Pinwheel of Death

Jim Ed Brown


SONGS

Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1971

Lyrics BEFORE THAT SUNDAY MORNING PAPER
HITS OUR DRIVEWAY,
ANGEL AND I ARE TRAV'LING
SOME OLD SCENIC HIGHWAY.
LOOK IN THE BACK SEAT,
OUR LITTLE SLEEPYHEADS
STILL DREAM OF YESTERDAY;
SOON THEY'LL WAKE UP SMILING
'CAUSE IT'S ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
ANGEL AND I SIT CLOSER
THAN A PAIR OF LOVEBIRDS;
WE SHARE A CUP OF COFFEE
SWEETENED BY HER LOVE WORDS.
HERE COMES THE SUNSHINE,
THE JOYS OF OUR LIFE
ARE RARIN' TO RUN AND PLAY,
MY, THE HAPPINESS THEY ADD
TO ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
SURE
I COULD STILL BE LYING IN BED
OR READING THAT PAPER
IN THE DEN,
HOOKING AND SLICING
THAT LITTLE WHITE BALL
WITH MY GOLFING BUDDIES
LOSING TEN.
BUT I LOVE ANGEL
AND THE KIDS TOO MUCH
TO START THE WEEK THAT WAY,
NOTHING'S MORE IMPORTANT
THAN OUR ANGEL'S SUNDAY.

ANGEL TAUGHT ME
THE ART OF LOVING ONE ANOTHER;
WE SHARE OUR UPS AND DOWNS
AND EVEN WITH EACH OTHER.
AN ANGEL ON EARTH
OR AT LEAST TO US,
SHE LIVES HER LIFE THAT WAY;
ANGEL MORE THAN ME,
DESERVES AN ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
AS WE LOAD UP THE CAR
TO END OUR DAY OF LIVING,
THE KIDS AND I
KISS ANGEL'S LIPS
WITH TRUE THANKSGIVING.
LOOK IN THE BACK SEAT,
OUR LITTLE SLEEPYHEADS
YAWN AS THE DAYLIGHT FADES.
MONDAY'S NEVER BLUE
BECAUSE OF ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
SURE I COULD BE MOWING THE LAWN
OR WATCHING THAT BALL GAME
OF THE DAY,
SLIPPING AND SLIDING
IN A MUDDY STREAM,
FUSSING AT THOSE FISH
THAT GOT AWAY,
BUT I LOVE ANGEL
AND THE KIDS TOO MUCH
TO START THE WEEK THAT WAY.
NOTHING'S MORE IMPORTANT
THAN OUR ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
 

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