Come Sunday - The Cats

Tired of cheap motels

Topless bars and neon lights

And if my car don’t break down

I’ll be home in just two more nights

I’m getting back to Houston

I’m leaving one night stands behind

But I’m-a thinking 'bout it

There’s just one thing that’s on my mind

Ohoho, come Sunday

I spend Monday home with you

In a little old trip for two

Monday morning last the whole life through

Ohoho, come Sunday

I spend Monday home with you

Got a lot of making up to do

Monday morning, just me and you

I always remember

New York City in the rain

I saw a girl looking just like you

Ridin' on the subway train

But now I’m in Kentucky

Counting stops along the way

Drinking black coffee

And I’ll be home in just one more day

Ohoho, come Sunday

I spend Monday home with you

In a little old trip for two

Monday morning last the whole life through

Ohoho, come Sunday

I spend Monday home with you

Got a lot of making up to do

Monday morning, just me and you

Ohoho, come Sunday

I spend Monday home with you

In a little old trip for two

Monday morning last the whole life through