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Sunday Rider - David Gates
Written by：DAVID GATES
Sunday riders
Ridin' out along the highway
Sunday gliders
Glidin' up along the skyway
Some must fly and some must speed
To satisfy the human need
Paper dresses
Wear them once and throw away
Plastic flowers
Try to smell them anyway
No matter what the future brings
Nothin's like the real things
Sunday lovers
Sneakin' in forsaken places
Under covers
So's to hide the guilty faces
Take my wife and take my pay
But don't take my sunday lady from me