I've been enjoying Burnt Toast and Offerings, the new CD by Gretchen Peters. She's an award-winning songwriter whose had hit songs recorded by Martina McBride (Independence Day) , Trisha Yearwood (On a Bus to St. Cloud), and Faith Hill (The Secret of Life). As a whole, her solo work isn't country though. Her eponymous second release is definitely more pop/rock and remains my most played Peters disc.
Burnt Toast and Offerings is her fourth U.S. release. This track is a new favorite of mine (special shoutout to my mom who is the queen of figuring out lyrics.):
Sunday Morning (Up and Down My Street)
There's a dog a-barking
There's no Sunday parking
No stabbing on the news
And the air is breezy
And the day breaks easy
And the traffic hums a tune
There's a Sunday paper
And a sleepy neighbor
And a cat curled at your feet
There's a breakfast frying
And a baby crying
And your smile is all I need
And we're talking
And we're laughing
And we're taking time and making love so sweet
And the birds sing
And the bells ring
And it's Sunday morning up and down my street
Where the sidewalk's broken
There's a cafe open
People spilling out the door
And you're softly humming
And the day is coming
When we won't be sad no more
And we're talking
And we're laughing
And we're taking time and making love so sweet
And the birds sing
And the bells ring
And it's Sunday morning up and down my street
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