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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Jet trails cut across a Winthrop county sky
That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die
There's a beautiful black gale and he's waiting there for me
Pissed off and raising neck hairs at in shoot number three
[Verse 2]
Last night they were pulling pines at Pesky Penalton
Snuck away from the fire, slept there with the grass and wind
I looked up at the heavens and saw how small I really was
I want to build a house and burn it down just because
[Pre Chorus]
And you're smirkin' like an asshole with a cheek full of tobacco
In the back of some Bronco in some town you've never been
[Chorus]
Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty five
For making 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 got anyone to thank then it will always be you
[Break]
[Verse 3]
What the hell am I doing? Who the hell am I?
How I miss the scripture. Oh, Sunday's the day to die
And grandad sure was punchy but loved Jesus to his core
I want to die today so I can learn to live for more
[Chorus]
Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty five
For making 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 got anyone to thank then it will only be you
If I got anyone to thank then it will always be you
[Outro]
Jet trails cut across a Winthrop county sky
That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die
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