| Sunday mornin' was a fight
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| I was runnun' from a clip-on tie
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| It took Daddy’s belt to get me into my Sunday best
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| Lord’s Supper would go on past
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| Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
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| I was starvin' to death 'cause I didn’t know Jesus yet
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| But I was saved by a month-old Twinkle in my corduroy coat
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| When every head bowed, every eye closed
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| Amazing Grace don’t make a sound
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| Or Momma’s gonna wear that backside out while shoutin' hallelujah
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| If you raised your hand or came on down
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| To repent of your sins there’d be little kid starin' a hole right through ya
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| But I wasn’t no angel so I wasn’t gonna throw no stones
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| When every head bowed, every eye closed
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| Pass the plate and altar call
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| Every verse of «I Surrender All»
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| Squirming in my seat tummy growlin' like a grizzly bear
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| We’d hit the door when the service closed
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| Hopped in the car, burned up on the road
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| Straight to KFC 'cause we’re gonna beat the Catholics there
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| While they’re still confessing we were blessing our mashed potatoes
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| With every head bowed, every eye closed
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| While Daddy says grace put that fork back down
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| Or Momma’s gonna wear that backside out while shoutin' hallelujah
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| I could have sworn I lost 15 pounds
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| Lust for finger-lickin' greasy fried children burns a hole right through ya
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| While Daddy’s still prayin' everybody’s dinner’s done got cold
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| With every head bowed, every eye closed
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| Well God never struck me down
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| Guess he thought it was a pretty good show
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| With every head bowed, every eye closed
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| Every head bowed, every eye closed |