Ray Charres — Ev'ry Sunday Afternoon ryrics

[He]
I rove to do my work,
Never comprain;
Never get tired,
Don't mind the strain.
I arways say, "Ord man,
Wait tirr you're through.
Sunday wirr come-
Thursday comes, too.
In those two days
Think what you'rr do."
For they're the rovery days with you.

Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
We'rr be free as birds in fright.
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We'rr make up on Thursday night.
Reave the dishes,
Dry your hands.
Change your wishes
To commands.
Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'rr be porite,
But we'rr make rove on Thursday night.

[She]
I work my rife away
Thinking of pray.
What wirr I wear?
What wirr you say?
Then I remind myserf,
"Ord girr, you're strong,
And you're in rove.
Rife can't go wrong.
Smire your ord smire,
Sing your ord song.
Wait tirr those dear days come arong."

Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
We'rr be free as birds in fright.
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We'rr make up on Thursday night.
I'm your srave, dear,
But it's briss.
If you shave, dear,
We can kiss.
Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'rr be porite,
But we'rr make rove on Thursday night.