Country music usually makes me grin, unless it is the super-patriotic stuff.
And hey, I can remember part of that song, McGrath, but we had different words-

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
--                            numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you-
Not where the black hearse of sorrow has taken you-
Gloomy Sunday

Something, something--
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you-
With the last breath of my soul I'm caressing you-
Gloomy Sunday

Naow thet thar is reel sooeyside music.