Jet trails cut across a winthrop county sky

That's why I reckon sunday is a good day to die

There's a beautiful black gelding, and he's waiting there for me

Pissed off and raising neck hairs out in chute number three.

Last night they were pulling pints of pesky pendleton

Snuck away from the fire, slept there with the grass and wind

I looked up at heaven, saw how small I really was

I wanna build a house and burn it down just because.

And you're smirking like an asshole

With a cheek full of tobacco

In the back of some bronco

In a town you've never been.

Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five

If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side

And if I'm going down, then I'm going down true

If I got anyone to thank then it'll always be you.

What the hell am I doing?

Who the hell am i?

How I miss the scripture

Oh, sunday's the day to die.

And granddad sure was punchy

But loved jesus to his core

I wanna die today, so I can learn to live for more.

Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five

If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side

And if I'm going down then I'm going down true

If I got anyone to thank then it'll only be you

If I got anyone to thank then it'll always be you.

Jet trails cut across a winthrop county sky

That's why I reckon sunday is a good day to die.