Sunday Morning and Saturday Night — текст песни (James Otto)

My ol` man was a contradiction
A real hard man to figure
He`d read the King James Bible
While sippin` on corn liquor
He`d get drunk, and he`d get to preachin`
Right out on the porch
Alternatin` between cussin` and a prayin`
Spittin` and a praisin` the Lord

No doubt about it
He was a man of both extremes
He had his share of demons
But on Jesus he would lean

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He`d say, "Fly high like the angels
Run wild like the devil
We`re all tryin` to find the middle
Between saint and sinner, wrong and right
Sunday morning and saturday night."

Well, I have sung "Amazing Grace," hymnal in my hand
Played "Stairway To Heaven" in a three piece pick up band
I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should take
But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways

I still hear him preachin`
Slurrin` his words a bit
Sayin` the thing about temptation
Is it`s so hard to resist

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Back then I didn`t realize
The wisdom in the sermon
It took a while to understand
The lesson I`m still learnin`

(Chorus)

Saint and sinner, wrong and right
Sunday morning and Saturday night

He said, "Fly high like the angels."