| The streets are quiet in old downtown
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| The heat of the night is settling down
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| Put up the chair, sweep the floors and
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| Somebody s drinking morning coffee
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| Somebody s sipping straight Jim Beam and
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| The only time when they re both pouring
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| Just look around, see it now
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| God bless this American town
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| Fire and ice, go to war when
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| Alarm s clock buzzing in a pin house suite
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| While there s a man sleeping down on the street
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| A hooker and a priest, together on the corner
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| Right before the sun comes up
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| Some go to church, some are still drunk
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| From bar guitar to gospel organs
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| Just look around, see it now
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| God bless this American town
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| Fire and ice, go to war when
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| A six string poet, it s who I am
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| Addicted to being this rambling man
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| There s not another time I love more when
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| Saturday nights meet Sunday morning
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| Just look around, see it now
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| God bless this American town
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| Fire and ice, go to war when
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning
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| Just look around, see it now
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| God bless this American town
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| Fire and ice, go to war when
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| Saturday night meets Sunday morning |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saturday Night Meets Sunday Morning , by - Granger Smith. Song from the album Poets & Prisoners, in the genre Кантри