| Oh I wake in the morning with my head on the floor
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| Where I left it Saturday night
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| Makin' up my mind, I never said no more
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| To start my Sunday right
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| Oh the bells are a-ringin', and a, dingin' a-dangin'
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| Get along, they’re chimin' at me
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| Gonna hurry to the meetin' before the shot begins
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| On a Sunday down in Tennessee
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| Oh brother take me, by the hand
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| I’ll lead you to the promised land
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| They gather like a honeysuckle vine
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| They just keep clingin', all the time
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| Early in the evenin' when the sun goes down
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| By the weepin' willow tree
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| I get a great big kiss from a little miss
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| On a Sunday down in Tennessee
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| Oh I wake in the morning with my head on the floor
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| Where I left it Saturday night
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| Makin' up my mind, I never said no more
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| To start my Sunday right
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| Oh the bells are a-ringin', and a, dingin' a-dangin'
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| Get along, they’re chimin' at me
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| Gonna hurry to the meetin' before the shot begins
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| On a Sunday down in Tennessee
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| Oh brother take me, by the hand
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| I’ll lead you to the promised land
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| They gather like a honeysuckle vine
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| They just keep clingin', all the time
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| Early in the evenin' when the sun goes down
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| By the weepin' willow tree
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| I get a great big kiss from a little miss
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| On a Sunday down in Tennessee
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| I’m gonna walk that aisle with my head up high
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| Look that a-possum right-a, in the eye
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| Be shoutin' hallelujah 'til the day I die
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| On Sunday, Sunday down in Tennessee |