Sunday

I was dead
for three days
The loneliest three days
I ever knew
All the world
thought I had failed
But I knew I wasn’t through

For three days, my body laid
upon a stone within a cave
But then came Sunday
Sunday
Sunday came and I burst on out
Yes on Sunday I burst on out!

That stone rolled away 
when the angels had their say
Flash of light and steel
And my tired eyes, they opened bright
and happy did I feel!

For three days, my body laid
upon a stone within a cave
But then came Sunday
Sunday
Sunday came and I burst on out
Yes on Sunday I burst on out!

Unwrapped my head, like the Bible said,
Layed the cloths all by themselves,
and I walked on out, yes right on out.
of the grave, 
that lonely grave.

For three days, my body laid
upon a stone within a cave
But then came Sunday
Sunday
Sunday came and I burst on out
Yes on Sunday I burst on out!

I said “howdy do” to an angel or two
as I walked around in the city
The women came, for they felt ashamed, that my burial wasn’t very pretty.

Then Peter and John came a running along,
Poled their heads inside my grave.
But I wasn’t there, I had other plans,
Like living forevermore!

For three days, my body laid
upon a stone within a cave
But then came Sunday
Sunday
Sunday came and I burst on out
Yes I burst on out!

Cowboy song, tragic hero, cowpoke western camp song.