Sunday Morning Blues Lyrics

Sunday mornin, dressed in my best

Sittin' in church, I'm feelin' blessed

Wooden benches hard as stone

Prayin' I can make it home

Pastor's preachin, choir's in tune

Sun's shinin' through the stained glass room

But my gut's a-rumblin, can't ignore

Sweatin' bullets, heart's at war

Oh Lord, help me please

Tryin' to hold back, on my knees

But it's risin, can't keep it down

Deafenin' sound, all heads turn 'round

Miss Betty's eyes went wide

Deacon Jones nearly died

Granny's fannin' with her hand

I'm red-faced, caught in a jam

Children gigglin, whisperin' low

Parents shushin, row by row

Pastor's stoppin, clears his throat

Tryin' not to rock the boat

Oh Lord, help me please

Tryin' to hold back, on my knees

But it's risin, can't keep it down

Deafenin' sound, all heads turn 'round

Children gigglin, whisperin' low

Parents shushin, row by row

Pastor's stoppin, clears his throat

Tryin' not to rock the boat

Oh Lord, help me please

Tryin' to hold back, on my knees

But it's risin, can't keep it down

Deafenin' sound, all heads turn 'round.