Sunday Morning Christian

[Intro]
(A steady, confident acoustic guitar strumming pattern starts, joined by a clean, melodic electric guitar lick.)

[Verse 1]
Puttin' on my good dress, the one with the floral print
The one that says I'm happy and I ain't got a single hint
Of the hell I raised on Friday or the doubts I had last night
Or the cuss word that I'm thinkin' 'cause these shoes are on too tight
Gotta look the part, you know, gotta play the game just right
Make sure my halo's polished up and shinin' extra bright.

[Chorus]
(The full band kicks in with a solid, mid-tempo groove. The vocal is clear and confident, with a touch of sass.)
And I'll be a perfect Sunday Morning Christian
Smile at the preacher while he's savin' the unrisen
I'll sing the hymns and say the grace and talk about the news
But this ain't the only pair of worn-out boots I use
There's a whole lot more to my faith and my condition
Than just being a perfect Sunday Morning Christian.

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Betty's gonna ask me why I wasn't at the bake sale
And Brenda's gonna tell me that my soul is looking pale
They'll "bless my heart" and talk about my cousin's second wife
And judge the last six days of my complicated life
And I'll just nod and take it, 'cause it's easier to do
Than to tell 'em that their Savior probably had a drink or two.

[Chorus]
(The chorus hits again, a little more defiant this time.)
'Cause I gotta be a perfect Sunday Morning Christian
Smile at the preacher while he's savin' the unrisen
I'll sing the hymns and say the grace and talk about the news
But this ain't the only pair of worn-out boots I use
There's a whole lot more to my faith and my condition
Than just being a perfect Sunday Morning Christian.

[Bridge]
(The music softens, focusing on the acoustic guitar and a soulful organ.)
Lord, You were there on Tuesday when I cried and slammed the door
You saw the empty bottle on my lonely kitchen floor
You see the mess, you know the truth, You love me all the same
So why's it feel so different when I'm in here speakin' Your name?

[Guitar Solo]
(A clean, tasteful, and melodic electric guitar solo. It's not flashy, but lyrical and thoughtful, feeling like a continuation of her internal monologue, with a few bluesy, defiant bends.)

[Chorus]
(The final chorus comes in with confidence and a sense of self-acceptance.)
Yeah, I wanna be more than a Sunday Morning Christian
And smile at the preacher while he's savin' the unrisen
I'll sing the hymns and say the grace and talk about the news
'Cause Lord knows I love this pair of worn-out boots I use
Yeah, there's a whole lot more to my faith and my condition
Than just being a perfect Sunday Morning Christian.

[Outro]
(The music fades with the acoustic guitar and a final, clean electric guitar lick.)
Yeah, the other six days...
That's the real tradition...
Hmmph.
(A final, confident strum.)