I'm looking at my guitar
Just wondering what to play
Maybe you feel the same
It's something you may relate to
Changing old and rusty strings
On this cold and dark morning
I'm cranking my amplifier
Into a ring of fire
It's a lazy Sunday
Come on join me, I'll play for you
It's a lazy Sunday
Come on join me, and I'll play
With a bottle of whiskey in my hand
I see the light of day
And some may say, that's a bit pathetic
I would not have it any other way
It's a lazy Sunday
Come on join me, and I'll play for you
It's a lazy Sunday
Come on join me, and I'll play, yeah