Corinthians (Proctor's)

Jet trails cut across the Winter County sky

That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die

This beautiful black gale and he's waiting there for me

Pissed off and raising neck hairs and shooting number three

Last night they were pulling pints of pesky Pendleton

Snuck away from the fire
Slept there with the grass and wind

I looked up at heaven
Saw how small I really was

I wanna build a house and burn it down just because

And you're smirking like an a*****e
With a cheek full of tabaco
In the back of some Bronco
In a town you've never been

Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five
If I make it out at all
I pray you're right here by my side

And if I'm going down then I'm going down true

If I've got anyone to thank It'll always be you

What the hell am I doing

Who the hell am I

How miss the scripture
Oh
Sunday's the day to die

And granddad sure was punchy
But loved Jesus to his core

I wanna die today
So I can learn to live for more

Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five
If I make it out at all
I pray you're right here by my side

And if I'm going down then I'm going down true

If I've got anyone to thank It'll only be you

If I've got anyone to thank It'll always be you

Jet trails cut across the Winter County sky

That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die