| Sunday morning, a quarter past ten
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| The congregation says amen
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| The friends and neighbors come rolling in
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| Amazing grace and original sin
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| The preacher said one of us has strayed
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| We sort of shuffled in that nervous way
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| And then we all breathed a sigh of relief
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| When Jimmy Miller fell to his knees
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| There’s not a dry eye in sight
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| When everybody sings I Saw The Light
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| 'Cause we all try to do what’s right
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| From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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| Betty Miller found a younger man
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| Went to Memphis with a brand new plan
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| And poor ol' Jimmy didn’t have a clue
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| He was too bust chasing you know who
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| The preacher prayed and Jimmy just cried
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| And we all tried to act surprised
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| That Betty left in his brand new car
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| We saw it all last night at the bar
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| There’s not a dry eye in sight
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| When everybody sings I Saw The Light
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| 'Cause we all try to do what’s right
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| From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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| We hurry home and we eat fried chicken
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| Thank God for the week we’re forgiven
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| And we’ll put up a hell of a fight
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| From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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| There’s not a dry eye in sight
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| When everybody sings I Saw The Light
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| 'Cause we all try to do what’s right
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| From Sunday morning to Saturday night |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday Morning To Saturday Night , by - Matraca Berg. Song from the album Sunday Morning To Saturday Night, in the genre Кантри