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Where the sun beats down like a hammer on a town called Lonely And the kudzu swallows everything that stands in her way I feel the wind blow strong and it won't be long for they break me Come Sunday Lord, I feel I'm lost and lonesome lonely for my one and only honey chile Well it was 12 years back by a road shack where the boys cut cane First taste so sweet knocked me off of my feet like a freight train Now I'm all broke down not even The Southern can save me Come Sunday Lord, I feel I'm lost and lonesome lonely for my one and only honey chile Ain't going down easy Good lovin' is a hard habit to break I'm taking her with me Good lovin' is a hard habit to break Black water can't hold me Good lovin' is a hard habit to break I'm gunning for a town called Lonely Come Sunday, come Sunday Lord, I feel I'm lost and lonesome lonely for my one and only honey chile Where the sun beats down like a hammer on a town called Lonely And the kudzu swallows everything that stands in her way I feel the wind blow strong and it won't be long for they break me Come Sunday From Letras Mania