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Sunday Supper
Original lyrics by Paul Hesch · The Paul Hesch Frequency™
Unpublished; not released through a distributor. Licensing, recording, and commercial use require a separate written agreement.
[Verse 1]
Every Sunday afternoon when the church bells stop their ring
We all head out to Mama's place, you can hear the screen door swing
There's fried chicken in the skillet and there's biscuits in the pan
And there's Uncle Earl a-tellin' how he wrestled with a man
[Verse 2]
The kids are in the backyard chasin' chickens round the shed
Grandpa's on the porch swing noddin' off his weary head
My sister's got the gossip and my brother's got a joke
And the kitchen's full of laughter and a little stovetop smoke
[Chorus]
Sunday supper, family all around
The sweetest kind of riches that a man has ever found
Paul Hesch is sittin' with the ones he loves the most
Sunday supper, raise a toast
[Verse 3]
We've had our share of fightin', had our share of tears
Had a couple Sundays missin' over all these years
But we always come back home to Mama's table and her grace
'Cause there ain't no fight too big for a family to face
[Chorus]
Sunday supper, family all around
The sweetest kind of riches that a man has ever found
Paul Hesch is sittin' with the ones he loves the most
Sunday supper, raise a toast
[Verse 4]
There's an empty chair for Grandma, and we leave it there for her
And we feel her in the kitchen when the sweet tea starts to stir
We feel her in the blessin' and we feel her in the bread
And we feel her in the stories of the life she left and led
[Verse 5]
So if your family's scattered, call 'em up and bring 'em home
Life's too short to sit there eatin' supper all alone
Set the table, light the candle, say a prayer and pass the pie
And love each other fiercely 'fore the years go flyin' by
[Chorus]
Sunday supper, family all around
The sweetest kind of riches that a man has ever found
Paul Hesch is sittin' with the ones he loves the most
Sunday supper, raise a toast