| Sunday Best
I couldn't get to sleep last night
Lord I couldn't catch my rest
I was thinking 'bout my mail order bride
And wearing my Sunday Best
My true love arrives on the 9:35
She's finally coming to the west
I'll be waiting at the station site
Wearing my Sunday Best
We've wrote letters now for two long years
Face to face we've never met
I wrote I'll be waiting with chocolates and flowers
Wearing my Sunday Best
I hope she likes my spit shined shoes
My hair slicked to the left
I hope she can love a simple country boy
Wearing his Sunday Best
The train is heading down the track
Can you hear that whistle moan
My heart is pounding in my chest as I sit
Wearing my Sunday Best
She gets off the train to the preacher we go
She puts on her wedding dress
She says she loves a simple country boy
Wearing his Sunday Best
She says she'll always love a simple country boy
Wearing his Sunday Best
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