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Chris Cummings - Sunday Best |
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C TOP - CHI... - Chris Cummings Lyrics - Sunday Best Lyrics
My great uncle Oscar passed when I was seven He was a young man in relative terms And I never knew him, and I never saw him Till after his last day on Earth But I wore my Sunday best, look sad like all the rest, And shuffled around in my chair. And memory has faded but one thing is certain I didn’t know why I was there. And his cousin Helen, well she brought some tissue And said what a shame it was he had to go But she took the notes of what people were wearing Cause Helen, she loved to show But she wore her Sunday best, and look sad like all the rest Do you like that she has done with her hair? I guess there was one thing that we had in common, We didn’t know why we were there With his brother Charlie, they ran the family business You know they just never, quiet saw eye to eye, Those who were closest, they cried all around him But Charlie, his features were dry But he wore his Sunday best, look sad like all the rest As he thought about all of those shares And I guess there was one thing that we had in common, We didn’t know why we were there. You can wear out your Sunday best, look sad like all the rest But you won’t fool the big man upstairs, It could be that he thinks, you’re better off absent If you don’t know why you are there Oh, if you don’t know why you’re there
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