Saturdays Sundays by Chatham County Line Lyrics

Wipe the dust from the piano key
Bring the shadows in from the trees
Through the window - Through the shade
To the bedroom where the bed is made
On Saturdays and Sundays:
With my baby

Take my scarf won't you wring it out
Let he demons have their shout
Get a broom - Sweep those webs
Take that notion from your head
On Saturdays and Sundays:
With my baby

Please don't say the sun's gonna leave
Let the knot in the drawstring free
Through the window where the bed is made
Nestled there we can share our shade

Don't let this work come undone
Pull the shade let in the sun
A whole world there outside
The must know of my pride
Saturdays and Sundays:
With my baby