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Shenandoah
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Sunday in the South
Lyricist:Jr., James Ira Booker
Mill worker houses lined up in a row Another southern Sunday's morning glow Beneath the steeple all the people have begun Shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground Heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
I can almost hear my mama pray 'Oh lord forgive us when we doubt Another sacred Sunday in the southâ€
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Poppin' in the wind like an angry cannon ball The holes of history are cold and still But they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
And on the old town square under the barber shop pole They sat 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 squirmn' around Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Another southern Sunday's coming downâ€
I can almost hear the old folks say 'You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town Some other lazy Sunday you'll come back aroundâ€
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-poor-will On a Sunday in the south, alright
Just another Sunday Just another Sunday in the south Oh, another sacred Sunday in the south
Just another Sunday How I missed those ol' sweet Sundays in the south
Another sacred Sunday I can hear my mama call in the south alright Just another Sunday, oh, oh, oh
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