I remember Sunday morning getting up when I was a kid,
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Heading out towards that steeple, that’s where folks back then did,
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We’d sing, all following verses from Amazing Grace,
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Then daddy dropped hard earned money in the offering plate.
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After Sunday school it was Davis brother’s chicken,
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Tea was sweeter than molasses, funny how time passes.
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never knew back then how my life would be now,
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How far I wonder off that narrow road I went down.
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Don’t know where I’m going or where it’s all gone,
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Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
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I’m surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
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Standing in the spot light and can’t see a thing.
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I’m sick and damn tired of all the hustling and scamming, man,
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I’d give it all up to get back to even.
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I look around for something I can still believe in,
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I’m dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
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I’m thinking about my life now and what it used to be,
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Now that I see behind the curtain, nothing’s new to me.
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I know some fallen angels try to take me down
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And I’ve got a few good time buddies, whiskey bent and hell bound.
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Another sleepless night with a rock guitar,
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It’s screaming in my veins, about to drive me insane.
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But I woke up Sunday morning to the church’s bells ringing
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And somewhere in my heart there's still a choir singing.
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Don’t know where I’m going or where it’s all gone,
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Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
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I’m surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
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Standing in the spot light and can’t see a thing.
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I’m sick and damn tired of all the hustling and scamming,
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I’d give it all up to get back to even.
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I look around for something I can still believe in,
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I’m dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
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Hey, how you doing?
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I know it’s been a while.
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I’ve been running crazy and that ain’t really no excuse, but
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This whole world is running crazy,
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People killing each other, fighting wars,
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We forgot about you and a lot of places
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And the truth is, we still really need you,
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I really need you.
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So I promise I won’t stay away so long next time.
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I’ll be back sooner than later.
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Thanks for always carrying me when I was too weak to walk.
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Well, I gotta get out of here, but I’ll talk to you again soon.
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Thanks, God.
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Angels & Demons
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| Colt Ford |
