My little pea-patch sweetheart, you're cute as pumpkin seed
I left you at the hog pen a-mixin' up the feed
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your hair is coarse and stringy and brown as ginger cake
You giggled when I left you just like your heart would break
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your nose is big and shiny and pretty as a spud
Your toes are spread apart my dear from walking in the mud
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your skin is rough and sunburnt the kind I love to touch
I ask you if you love me you said not very much
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your voice sounds like a bullfrog your little eyes are gray
The next time I come over I'll bring my clothes and stay
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your nose is big and shiny and pretty as a spud
Your toes are spread apart my dear from walking in the mud
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Little Jimmy Dickens - I'll Be Back A-Sunday Lyrics
Little Jimmy Dickens - I'll Be Back A-Sunday Lyrics
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My little pea-patch sweetheart, you're cute as pumpkin seed
I left you at the hog pen a-mixin' up the feed
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your hair is coarse and stringy and brown as ginger cake
You giggled when I left you just like your heart would break
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your nose is big and shiny and pretty as a spud
Your toes are spread apart my dear from walking in the mud
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your skin is rough and sunburnt the kind I love to touch
I ask you if you love me you said not very much
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your voice sounds like a bullfrog your little eyes are gray
The next time I come over I'll bring my clothes and stay
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your nose is big and shiny and pretty as a spud
Your toes are spread apart my dear from walking in the mud
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
I left you at the hog pen a-mixin' up the feed
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your hair is coarse and stringy and brown as ginger cake
You giggled when I left you just like your heart would break
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your nose is big and shiny and pretty as a spud
Your toes are spread apart my dear from walking in the mud
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your skin is rough and sunburnt the kind I love to touch
I ask you if you love me you said not very much
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your voice sounds like a bullfrog your little eyes are gray
The next time I come over I'll bring my clothes and stay
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Your nose is big and shiny and pretty as a spud
Your toes are spread apart my dear from walking in the mud
Oh I'll be back a-Sunday-Sunday I'll be back a-Sunday
Don't you fret and fume my pet 'cause I'll be back a-Sunday
Writer: Jimmy Dickens, Gordon Hall
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC