Lyrics:
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
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
, are love and broken hearts.
It's time for me to tease and scold you
It's time for you to love and hold me.
For dining by candle light
Fun Sunday
the unimaginable
The moments when you're in so deep
Feels easier to just swim down
And so they move uptown
And learn to live with the unimaginable
I spend
time
Get new shoes come pickin' time
Ev'ry night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumm pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group
The place where he lives, God, he gives them names
The Hood, The Projects, The Ghetto, they are one and the same
And I call it "Soulsville" ah, yeah.
where he lives is God plenty of names
Slums, ghetto and black belt, they are one and the same
And I call it "Soulsville"
Any kind of job is hard
looking bright
(Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
If you love a Wednesday
You live your life apart now
And if you love a Thursday
She's
thought that war was a sickness?
I'm a son of it, fucked up from it
Casualty of my family 'cause of it
We dare to dream, or live to die
Reunited by
I’ll be gone by the sunrise
Baby tell you when the gun fire
Your eyes
Got money on the school child
Alright
Meet me in the midnight
At these sides
Your love changes all that I do trying to live right
Because you gave me a new life
Still sometimes I wonder, I wonder as the days go by
Will I still
the freedom they'd save
On the TV broadcast they said it won't last
All over by Sunday consigned to the past
The clean-up starts Monday despite the bomb
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mama and daddy singing along to Don McLean
"No, I don't worry
I tell you
I'm a man who believes that I died twenty years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear
on the cheek and smiled and said
Not just on Sunday, but still on a Monday. Shout hallelujah, we're all saved by His grace
And on those week days, you turn from
And we might fall out with each other
When we feel all out of the drive
That it takes to finish all the outcomes
That could grade the rest of our lives
the danger?
Watch out for the gypsy children
In electric dresses
They're insane
I hear they live in crematoriums
and smoke your remains
You are
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what? (We want that weekend)
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
Their lives again
Their lives, to pull us
Their
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