We gave it a B
Talk about a red-state grand slam: ”That’s What I Love About Sunday” invokes baptisms, jasmine, and coupon clipping in almost a single breath. This is before the ballad about the kid who tithes his lawn-mowing money and does the widow’s grass gratis. Morgan’s is an idealized Kind of Americana, to be sure. But at least he provides enough writerly detail to avoid setting off smarm alarms.