CountrAI - Sunday in America Lyrics

There's that Sunday feelin' in the air,
Kicked back in my old lawn chair.
Got a cold drink in my hand, sun on my face,
Just tryin' to soak up this little slice of grace.
Monday's creepin' in, yeah, I can feel it,
That nine-to-five grind, but I don't wanna deal with it.
Boss is a jerk, the pay ain't that high,
But on Sundays, man, I feel like I'm flyin' sky high.
Sunday in America, just lettin' it go,
Feet in the grass, where the sweet breeze blows.
Work week's comin', but I'm savin' my fight,
Right here, right now, it all feels right.
I'm just gettin' by, but I'm chasin' that dream,
Livin' for the high in this red, white, and blue scene.
Yeah, America feels real, and I just wanna feel,
That Sunday chill, America real.
Got my grill fired up, got my friends all around,
We're all laughin' and talkin' 'bout how work gets us down.
Money's tight, yeah, it don't stretch far,
But we got backyard dreams and beat-up cars.
We're all in the same boat, tryin' to stay afloat,
Chasin' that happiness we've all been sold.
Monday's got bills, and Tuesday's no thrill,
But Sunday's got that magic that nothing else will.
Sunday in America, just lettin' it go,
Feet in the grass, where the sweet breeze blows.
Work week's comin', but I'm savin' my fight,
Right here, right now, it all feels right.
I'm just gettin' by, but I'm chasin' that dream,
Livin' for the high in this red, white, and blue scene.
Yeah, America feels real, and I just wanna feel,
That Sunday chill, America real.
Come Monday, I'm just a number on a line,
Clockin' in and out, tryin' to make a dime.
Boss wants more, but I've given all I got,
Dreamin' of that Sunday spot.
But right now, I'm free, yeah, I'm right where I belong,
With a backyard, a beer, and a radio song.
The whole workin' world can wait a day more,
'Cause on Sunday, man, I'm out that door.
Sunday in America, just lettin' it go,
Feet in the grass, where the sweet breeze blows.
Work week's comin', but I'm savin' my fight,
Right here, right now, it all feels right.
I'm just gettin' by, but I'm chasin' that dream,
Livin' for the high in this red, white, and blue scene.
Yeah, America feels real, and I just wanna feel,
That Sunday chill, America real.
So here's to the Sundays, slow and sweet,
When life feels right, and the world's at your feet.
We're just chasin' dreams, tryin' to get a good deal,
On that old pursuit of happiness feel.
Come Monday, we'll work, come Monday, we'll grind,
But today we're free, with the sun on our mind.
Yeah, Sunday in America, that's where it's at,
Where we're all just folks with a cold one, a laugh, and a hat.