Sunday In The South

MILL- WOR KER HOU SES

LINED UP IN A ROW

A NO THER SOU THERN

SUN DAY'S

MOR NIN' GLOW

BE NEATH THE STEE PLE

ALL THE PEO PLE

HAVE BE GUN

SHA KIN' HANDS WITH

THE MAN WHO GRIPS

THE GOS PEL GUN

WHILE IN QUI ET PRAYER

THE SMELL OF DIN NER

ON THE GROUND

FILLS UP THE MOR NIN'

AIR AIN'T NO THIN'

SWEE TER A ROUND

I CAN AL MOST HEAR

MY MA MA PRAY IN'

OH LORD FOR GIVE US

WHEN WE DOUBT

A NO THER SA CRED

SUN DAY IN THE SOUTH

AL RIGHT

A RAG GED RE BEL FLAG

FLIES HIGH A BOVE IT ALL

POP PIN' IN THE WIND

LIKE AN AN GRY

CAN NON BALL

NOW THE HALLS OF

HIS TORY ARE

COLD AND STILL

BUT THEY STILL SMELL

THE POW DER BUR NIN'

AND THEY PRO BABLY

AL WAYS WILL

AND ON THE OLD TOWN

SQUARE UN DER

THE BAR BERSHOP POLE

THEY SAT ME UP

IN THE CHAIR WHEN

I WAS FOUR YEARS OLD

I CAN AL MOST HEAR

MY PA PA SAY IN'

WON'T YOU HOLD STILL

SON STOP SQUIR MIN'

A ROUND

A NO THER SOUT HERN

SUN DAY'S CO MIN' DOWN

CAN AL MOST HEAR

THEM OLD FOLKS SAY

YOU'LL MAKE IT BIG

ONE DAY

YOU'LL LEAVE THIS TOWN

SOME O THER LA ZY

SUN DAY YOU'LL BE

BACK A ROUND AL RIGHT

I CAN FEEL THE E VENIN'

SUN GO DOWN

ALL THE LIGHTS

IN THE HOU SES

ONE BY ONE GO OUT

SOFT LY IN THE DIS TANCE

NO THIN' STIRS A BOUT

AND THE NIGHT IS FILLED

WITH THE SOUND OF

A WHI PPOOR WILL

ON A SUN DAY

IN THE SOUTH AL RIGHT

JUST A NO THER SUN DAY

IN THE SOUTH

I CAN HEAR MY MA MA

CAL LIN' HO WOH

IN THE SOUTH

HOW I MISS THEM OLD

SWEET SUN DAYS

I CAN HEAR MY MA MA

CAL LIN' HO WOH

IN THE SOUTH

IN THE SOUTH

OH AL RIGHT

I'LL MISS THE OLD

SWEET SUN DAYS