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Sunday Best
Church pews, sunshine
Dinners ready, chickens fried
Children laughing, momma's singin'
Dogs a barkin', grandpa's swingin'
Anyone seen Hannah?
Oh, she's down at the creek
Castin' a line, dippin' her feet.
Watermelons drippin' sticky
Ya'll lick them fingers, don't be picky!
Southern hospitality, come be our guest
Six more days to Sundays rest.
Dinners ready, chickens fried
Children laughing, momma's singin'
Dogs a barkin', grandpa's swingin'
Anyone seen Hannah?
Oh, she's down at the creek
Castin' a line, dippin' her feet.
Watermelons drippin' sticky
Ya'll lick them fingers, don't be picky!
Southern hospitality, come be our guest
Six more days to Sundays rest.
Published 6th May 2019
| Edited 7th May 2019
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7th May 2019 4:52am
7th May 2019 12:32pm
Haha, thank you friend 😂 oops...A wise man hears correction and applies. 😆 You know, I swear, i looked at that a million times and my eyes knew something was off, yet it did not even register. In my defence though it was 2 a.m. 😎 Thanks for the help and read...😉
