The churches are all full of sinnin’ souls dreamin’
Of fried chicken steamin’
And big potatoes creamin’
In their minds
The ghost of Saturday night we’ll be leavin’
With one fell blow of believin’
A few ‘I’m sorry’ smiles, hot coffee and a sigh.

‘Cause
Sunday’s forgivin’
Saturday night for livin’
Friday night for leaving the world behind
The only way I seem to handle
Monday morning’s scramble
Is to burn another candle
And pray Sunday’s forgivin’
In my mind

Now the Spanish moss is swingin’
To that charcoal choir that’s singing’
The whole neighborhood is clinging
To them ancient voices ringing out
We still got time
They just might have a solution
For all my soul pollution
I got four more hours for absolution
The gaslight don’t serve drinks till after five

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Now the preacher’s eyes they’re beaming
Heart bent on redeemin’
What he calls my scheming
He says he’ll send us down if we don’t pray
But I tell him I do my kneelin’
When I see a sunset reelin’
Like a giant orange peelin’
And a little bit of hell’s good for a change

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