Lyrics
IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY
I SPENT MY SUMMERS WITH GRANDMA, SHE WAS SWEET AS TEA AND TOUGH AS NAILS
BORN IN SOUTHEN ALABAMA, SHE COULD MEND YOUR KNEE OR BUST YOUR TAIL
SHE LOST HER FIRST LOVE IN THE SECOND WORLD WAR, BURRIED MY GRANDPA IN ‘64
RAISED FIVE KIDS AND SHE DID IT DIRT POOR, BUT SHE NEVER WOULD COMPLAIN
AND IF YOU ASKED HER WHY SHE’D SAY
IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY I’LL BE IN THE FRONT ROW
SINGIN’ TO THE ONE WHO SAVED MY SOUL
LAUGHIN’, LOVIN’, SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS
LIFTIN’ MY HANDS AND SHOUTING AMEN
I’LL BE SHARIN’ STORIES OF FAITH HOPE AND GLORY
WITH MY EYES FIXED ON THE THRONE
AND I’LL BE DOING THAT SUNDAY IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY
OR EVEN IF I DON’T
WHEN I SAW HER ON TUESDAY, SHE WAS LIGHT AS A FEATHER AND PALE AS A GHOST
IT WAS HARD TO SEE HER THAT WAY, I TRIED TO HOLD IT TOGETHER AND NOT LET IT SHOW
SHE TOOK MY HAND AND SHE GAVE IT A SQUEEZE, I LEANED IN CLOSE AND SHE SAID, “BOY PLEASE!
I’VE SPENT A LIFETIME ON MY KNEES SO I KNOW I’LL BE OK
AND I’M TALKIN’ EITHER WAY.
IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY I’LL BE IN THE FRONT ROW
SINGIN’ TO THE ONE WHO SAVED MY SOUL
LAUGHIN’, LOVIN’, SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS
LIFTIN’ MY HANDS AND SHOUTING AMEN
I’LL BE SHARIN’ STORIES OF FAITH HOPE AND GLORY
AND THE BEST PART IS I KNOW
I’LL BE DOING THAT SUNDAY IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY
OR EVEN IF I DON’T
AND SO WERE HERE TO CELEBRATE HER LIFE
SHE LOVED THIS OLD WOODEN CHURCH, SHE LOVED THE PEOPLE INSIDE
SHE KNEW WHAT SHE’D BE DOIN’ COME TODAY
AND WHEN I LOOK AT THIS WORLD I’M GLAD SHE TAUGHT ME TO SAY
IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY I’LL BE IN THE FRONT ROW
SINGIN’ TO THE ONE WHO SAVED MY SOUL
LAUGHIN’, LOVIN’, SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS
LIFTIN’ MY HANDS UP, SHOUTING AMEN
SHARIN’ STORIES OF FAITH HOPE AND GLORY
AND THANKS TO HER I KNOW
AND I’LL BE DOING THAT SUNDAY IF I MAKE IT TO SUNDAY
OR EVEN IF I DON’T
© 2017, Raymy Krumrei