Sunday in the South (video)

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1. Millworker houses lined up in a row,

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another southern Sunday's morning glow.

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Beneath the steeple all the people have begun

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shakin’ hands with the man who grips the gospel gun.

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While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground

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fills up the mornin air ain't nothin sweeter around.

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I can almost hear my momma pray :

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Oh, Lord, forgive us, when we doubt !

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Another sacred Sunday in the South. + G - D - C

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2. A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all,

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poppin’ in the wind like an angry cannon ball.

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Now the coals of history are cold and still,

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but they still smell the powder burning and they probably always will.

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And on the old town square under the barber shop pole.

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they set me up in the chair when I was 4 years old.

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I cannot almost hear my papa say :

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Want you hold still, son, stop squirmin around !

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Another southern Sunday's comin' 'round.

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+ I can almost hear the old folks say :

You'll make it big one day, you’ll leave this town !

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3. I can feel the evenin' sun go down,

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and all the lights in the houses one by one go out,

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softly in the distance nothin' stirs about

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and the night is filled with the sound of a whipperwhill

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on a Sunday in the South alright.

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Just another Sunday, just another Sunday in the South !

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Oh, another sacred Sunday in the South.

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Just another Sunday

How I miss those old sweet Sunday's in the South !

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Another sacred Sunday !

I can hear my momma callin' in the south, alright.

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Ooh, just another Sunday, oh….

(Shenandoah)