Karaoké Sunday In The South Shenandoah

Karaoké Sunday In The South Shenandoah

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Mill worker houses lined up in a row
Another southern Sunday's mornin' glow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
Shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
While in quiet prayer smell of dinner on the ground
Fills up the mornin' air ain't nothin' sweeter 'round
I can almost hear my mama pray
Oh Lord forgive us when we doubt
Another sacred Sunday in the south all right
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
Poppin' in the wind like an angry cannon ball
Now the holes of history are cold and still
But they still smell the powder burn
And they prob'bly always will
And on the old town square under the barbershop pole
They set me up in the chair when I was four years old
I can almost hear my papa say won't you hold still son stop squirmin' around
Another southern Sunday's comin' down
I can almost hear the ol' folks say
You'll make it big one day you'll leave this town
Another lazy Sunday you'll be back around
I can feel the ev'nin' sun go down
All the lights in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothin' stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of the whippoorwill
On a Sunday in the South all right
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday in the South
Oh another sacred Sunday in the South
How I miss those ol' sweet Sundays in the South
I can hear my mama callin' in the South
Oh oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa

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