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Sunday Sunday Sunday morning a new week starts and the old one ends
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On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning
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Start the day out right with your family and your friends
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[ Nat ]
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Now I recall my younger years when I was just a pup
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I could tell what day it was the moment I got up
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On every Sunday morning and always without fail
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My mom would have my Sunday suit out hanging on the nail
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[ Both ]
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On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning...
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[ Connie ]
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Now mom and dad and sis and I put on our Sunday clothes
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And hand in hand we'd all walk down that long and dusty road
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Then order book and up the hill through the mountain side
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And all our friends and neighbors they were marching in a line
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[ Both ]
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On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning...
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Now Pastor Brown was waiting there to teach us Sunday school
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We'd open up the good book and we'd learn the golden rule
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And fore we'd even know it'd wash away our sins
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Oh Lord it's grand to see how warm our Sunday morn begins
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On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning...
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Start the day out right with your family and your friends
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Sunday Morning
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Nat Stuckey |