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Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer
I should have been happy, I still be there
Something could have come and taken me away
But the mainman felt Sly
This song was first released on the Live at the Sydney Opera House album. 
It is the only album it has been released on.

One Sunday morning as I
out
If you know how to pray the situation out
You'll get an answer, and there ain't no doubt

Monday, we held it together and
Wednesday, we had
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the mornings brought the meaning to my life
I woke up one day Lord finding I was by myself
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
One Sunday morning I woke up with you on my mind
Cause I knew later on I'd see you in your glory looking so fine
Now I could be a little forward
memory
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There
memory
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There
memory
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There
memory
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There
This is how I tell it
O' but it's long
One Sunday morning
O' One son is gone

Against the weather dawning
Over the sea
My father said what I
to myson
Cause I might got to meet with the lord
What I live by? die by?
My gun, my word, and my sword
Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't
life

And if you ask
Then you must know
If you still doubt
You should be told
It was not we
That made it so
It was by those
Who went before
memory
To quite a few of us
And this song is dedicated
To those who cherish that memory

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
There
At the shopping mall I'm surrounded by a parking lot
Walking down the aisle I was thinking about what I had lost
On a Sunday morning my hometown is
Early Sunday morning waitin' for these ladies to come
No guns, nothin' but fun, one love underneath the Sun
See it's not where you from but how you kick
Early Sunday morning waitin' for these ladies to come
No guns, nothin' but fun, one love underneath the Sun
See it's not where you from but how you kick
on a Sunday afternoon

The old folks move no more
Their world become to small
Their bodies feel like lead
They might look out a window
Or else sit it
No face lives 
No sound tunes 
Forbidden meals that intoxicate more than wine 
A sleepless killer 
And a hopeless sinner 
Enslaved by his own
daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my mouth
They hot, like the jail
trying to play me out 
Put me positions that's sure to lay me out 
No doubt 

Sacrifice don't give up the fight, 
Everything will be all right on any
It's three in the morning I can't get to sleep
I know I'm in trouble, I'm in trouble deep oh no, oh no
The bankers have taken the chevy away
It's
to need
Sometimes
It flows to the sea
That's why you always come
Back to me

With jam & coffee
And toasted bread
On Sunday morning
We'll talk and sit
life

And if you ask
Then you must know
If you still doubt
You should be told
It was not we
That made it so
It was by those
Who went before
the way it oughta turn out
Anyway you look, there ain't no doubt

Life's a bitch
When it's got you by the balls
Life's a bitch
When you feel