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She dresses up her children and she herds 'em to the car Drives down to the mega church but can't find a place to park Then she feels a little guilty when she takes His name in vain So she folds her last two dollars and she drops 'em in the plate
It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
His back is out of kilter from sleeping on concrete And he'd like to have some breakfast but he'd trade it for a drink Those early morning joggers, they're quick to pass him by And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye
Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV There's Winnebago's and boats on the lake And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake
It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
He's hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand Layin' his life on the line, every inch of sand But he's dreaming about that freedom that he's been fighting for And the arms that will wrap around him When he comes walking through that door
Some Sunday morning, it's Sunday morning in America Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV There's Winnebago's and boats on the lake And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake
Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Well, I know it ain't perfect Ya, there's a lot of things wrong in America But I thank God for those who lay down their lives To make this place my home
Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring Cheerleaders shaking on a 57 inch big screen TV There's trucks on a highway and sailboats on the lake And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake
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