| I go to church on a Sunday
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| The vows that I make, I break them on Monday
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| The rest of the week, I do as I please
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| Then come Sunday morning, I pray on my knees
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| Dear God, I know I’m not worthy
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| But I need you so please won’t you hurry
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| And help me turn back from the path I have trod
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| You’ll never be sorry, dear God
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| Each day we read in the paper
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| Of the carryin’s on of some of our neighbors
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| We’re sinnin' and lyin' and forgetting the faith
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| Then we have the nerve to ask is it too late
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| Dear God, I know I’m not worthy
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| But I need you so please won’t you hurry
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| And help me turn back from the path I have trod
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| You’ll never be sorry, dear God |