Gabby Cat Stole My Sundays

[Verse 1]
Saved all year
For that big screen dream
Thought I’d watch my heroes
Paint my Sundays green
But that box lit up
Pink glitter rain
Some cartoon cat dancin’
On my football grave

[Chorus]
Gabby cat stole my Sundays
Stole my whiskey and my chair
Got a tea party in my end zone
Plastic crowns on my despair (yeah)
I’m screamin’ at a cartoon
Like it’s fourth and inches flat
God help this broken father
Bought a TV for a cat

[Verse 2]
Remote in my hand
But I don’t dare click
‘Cause three little judges
Gonna throw a fit so quick
“I want Gabby’s room!”
They chant like a curse
I’m outnumbered
Outgunned
And that theme song makes it worse

[Chorus]
Gabby cat stole my Sundays
Stole my whiskey and my chair
Got a tea party in my end zone
Plastic crowns on my despair
I’m yellin’ at the ceiling
Ask the Lord where my game’s at
He just shrugs through the speakers
Says
“Son
Be quiet for the cat”

[Bridge]
[Violin snarls under spoken word]
One day they’ll be grown
Too cool for that show
I’ll have all the channels
Nothin’ left but echoes
So I bite my tongue
Let that cat sing through
Trade my first down glory
For a front row seat on you (yeah)

[Chorus]
Gabby cat stole my Sundays
But she gave me somethin’ back
Little heads on my shoulder
Tiny feet in my lap
I’m cussin’ at that jingle
While my heart goes soft and cracked
Yeah
I’d burn my whole damn playbook
For one more game with that cat

[Outro]
[Violin bends into a bitter-sweet wail]
Turn up the show
Turn down my pride
Real toughest man in town
Got beat by the kids at his side (hey)

Funny, Modern outlaw Country, very angry song, deep raspy baritone, emotional vocals, angry vocals, acoustic, bass