(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison)
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Sunday morning, a quarter past ten
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The congregation says amen
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The friends and neighbors come rolling in
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Amazing grace and original sin
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The preacher said one of us had strayed
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We sort of shuffled in that nervous way
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And then we all breathed a sigh of relief
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When Jimmy Miller fell to his knees
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There's not a dry eye in sight
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When everbody sings I Saw the Light
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'Cause we all try to do what's right
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From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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Betty Miller found a younger man
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Went to Memphis with a brand new plan
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And poor ol' Jimmy didn't have a clue
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He was too busy chasing you know who
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The preacher prayed and Jimmy just cried
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And we all tried to act surprised
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That Betty left in his brand new car
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We saw it all last night at the bar
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There's not a dry eye in sight
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When everbody sings I Saw the Light
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'Cause we all try to do what's right
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From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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We hurry home and we eat fried chicken
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Thank God for the week we're forgiven
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And we'll put up a hell of a fight
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From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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There's not a dry eye in sight
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When everbody sings I Saw the Light
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'Cause we all try to do what's right
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From Sunday morning to Saturday night
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Sunday Morning To Saturday Night
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| Matraca Berg |
