Lyrics
Every Sunday I look in the paper
Since I moved home from Tennessee
I wonder when I'll see your name there
On the pages of brides to be
I try to forget all about you
The memories are troublesome things
There ain't a thing that I can do
To bring you back to me again
I keep on checking the paper
Dreading the day that I see
Your picture with your name there
On the pages of brides to be
When that day comes I'll have a party
In honor of what might have been
It'll be over before it started
And I'll end up drunk again
Every Sunday I look in the paper
Dreading the day that I see
Your picture with your name there
On the pages of brides to be
On the pages of brides to be
On the pages of brides to be