Sunday is Game Day
On Sundays I try my best
To hear the sermon preached
All my wrongs I confess
in a prayer nice and neat
When the Rustlers play at noon
It changes the situation
I know the game will be starting soon
And with the preacher I’m impatient
On the Sundays that we lose
I remember the officials’ calls
and take the Lord’s name in vain
For the conspiracy of them all
On Monday mornings busy
I visit with my friends
and we recall the game we lost
after missing church again