Sunday Is Game Day

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