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Shenandoah Miscellaneous Sunday In The South (1989) Mill worker houses lined up in a row Another southern Sunday's morning glow Beneath the steeple all the people have begun Shaking hands with the man who grips the gospel gun While the quiet prayer the smell of dinner on the ground Fills up the morning air ain't nothing sweeter around I can almost hear my momma pray Oh Lord forgive us, when we doubt Another sacred Sunday in the South A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball Now the coals of history are cold and still But they still smell the powder burning and they probably always will And on the old town square under the barber shop pole they set me up in the chair when I was four years old I can almost hear my papa say Want you hold still son stop squirming around Another southern Sunday's coming round I can almost hear the old folks say You'll make it big one day and leave this town It's another lazy Sunday back around I can feel the evening sun go down And all the lights in the houses one by one go out Softly in the distance nothing stirs about And the night is filled with the sound of a whip-o-will On a Sunday in the south all right (Just another Sunday) Just another Sunday in the south (Just another sacred Sunday) I can hear my momma calling in the south, all right (Just another Sunday) How I miss those old sweet Sunday's in the south (Just another sacred Sunday) I can hear my momma calling in the south, all right (Just another Sunday) |
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