Sunday Morning To Saturday Night - Matraca Berg

Sunday morning, a quarter past ten

The congregation says amen

The friends and neighbors come rolling in

Amazing grace and original sin

The preacher said one of us has strayed

We sort of shuffled in that nervous way

And then we all breathed a sigh of relief

When Jimmy Miller fell to his knees

There’s not a dry eye in sight

When everybody sings I Saw The Light

'Cause we all try to do what’s right

From Sunday morning to Saturday night

Betty Miller found a younger man

Went to Memphis with a brand new plan

And poor ol' Jimmy didn’t have a clue

He was too bust chasing you know who

The preacher prayed and Jimmy just cried

And we all tried to act surprised

That Betty left in his brand new car

We saw it all last night at the bar

There’s not a dry eye in sight

When everybody sings I Saw The Light

'Cause we all try to do what’s right

From Sunday morning to Saturday night

We hurry home and we eat fried chicken

Thank God for the week we’re forgiven

And we’ll put up a hell of a fight

From Sunday morning to Saturday night

There’s not a dry eye in sight

When everybody sings I Saw The Light

'Cause we all try to do what’s right

From Sunday morning to Saturday night