Sunday's Daughter

Starched white dress in a pew on the front row Daddy puts a dollar in the offering plate Sat beside him every week at the service Learned every verse and I sang 'em loud Wore the cross 'round my neck Bible on my bed And he smiled down at me with his hand on my head I was Sunday's daughter The pride of my father And I did everything right But something didn't sit right There's a corner in the yard where the fence posts Wore his belt out as he went through the gate Stood behind him every week with my arms crossed Watchin' the lawn as he mowed it down Turned the clover into rows Kept the dandelions dead And he looked back at me with his hand on my head I was Sunday's daughter The pride of my father And I did everything right But something didn't sit right He had me wrapped around his finger Had my mama wrapped up in his arms But when he said I love you Baby It felt more like a claim than a fact And I can't ever shake that I was Sunday's daughter The pride of my father And I did everything right But something didn't sit right Sunday's daughter The pride of my father And I did everything right But something didn't sit right