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(Keith Urban)

Chorus:
I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home.

I left the office in a flash on Friday
Threw my boots in the car
Cashed my pay cheque & headed for the country
To sleep out underneath the stars
I drove all day Saturday and right into the evenin' 
'Til there were no more city lights
Those broken lines were gettin' blurry 
Through my windscreen
Well I guess I drove all night
Then Sunday mornin' found me rollin' into sunrise
With my fuel gauge dead
I pulled into fill up, found the place deserted 
And a little sign that read.

Chorus:
I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home.

All I could do is call up a tow truck
To take me further down the road
I fumbled round & round for some change in my pocket, 
Walked fifteen minutes to the phone
There in the phone book I found a business ad-vert, 
Saying "Use Us Instead"
I dialed the number and a tape recorder answered 
And it politely said.

Chorus:
I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home.

--- Instrumental ---

I finally got back home and it took forever
Then at work the next day.  Somebody said.
"Hey the boss said he wants to see you 
In his office right away"
He told me just how far behind the work was getting
And on the weekend could I stay
I started laughin' and said 'You must be kiddin' 
I just got one thing to say...you know what I said.

Chorus:
I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at.

Chorus:
I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home.

I'm quite entitled to one day,
To spend with my family at home...