HARLAN HOWARD


Sunday Morning Christian Lyrics

Mr. Jones, this car you sold me isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal, you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr. Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun

You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singing louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin', kickin', cheatin', shovin' with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way surely God will forgive you next Sunday

Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know you, little secret you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday morning, see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday

You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'am, singing louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin', kickin', cheatin', shovin' with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way surely God will forgive you next Sunday

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