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I woke up this morning with the best intentions
Momma called I think she knew I wouldn't show
I hate for her to have to answer questions
'bout how I'm doin', but I just couldn't go

I don't want 'em all to see me cry
I don't want to have to lie
In the good lords house 'bout why
I'd be there alone
While momma's liftin' up her prayers
I'm just smokin' cigarettes; and drinkin'
Drinkin' in my sunday dress

I'm in no shape to be the center of attention
We all know how small town rumors fly
Can't handle all the looks; and the opinions
It's hard enough right now to hold on to my pride

I don't want 'em all to see me cry
I don't want to have to lie
In the good lords house 'bout why
I'd be there alone
While momma's liftin' up her prayers
I'm just smokin' cigarettes; and drinkin'
Drinkin' in my sunday dress

Maybe in a week or two I'll have the courage to face the crowd
Momma won't have to dance around the truth
The way she's probably doin' right now

I don't want 'em all to see me cry
I don't want to have to lie
In the good lords house 'bout why
I'd be there alone
While momma's liftin' up those prayers
I'm just smokin' my cigarettes; and drinkin'
Drinkin' in my sunday dress

While momma's liftin' up those prayers
I'm just smokin' my cigarettes; and drinkin'
Drinkin' in my sunday dress

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