Cary Swinney - Good Ol' Sunday Morning

{Verse 1}
Good ol' Sunday mornin'
We hopped inside a Ford
Off to our father's father's church
To get ourselves some more
I guess it's bound to happen
Ducks all in a row
Oh, they dunk you down 'til you think you've drowned
Then they tell you all you need to know

{Chorus}
Good ol' Sunday mornin'
Greasy bacon, eggs are fried
Put the pot roast in the oven
Slick your hair down, go eat some humble pie

{Verse 2}
A puzzled child is starin'
From a red crushed velvet pew
Out the window of the Sweet Street Church of Christ
Was such a lovely view
I guess it's me who's crazy
For I never understood
How hellfire and damnation
Could be so doggone good

{Chorus}
Good ol' Sunday mornin'
Greasy bacon, eggs are fried
Put the pot roast in the oven
Slick your hair down, eat some humble pie

{Guitar Solo}

{Verse 3}
Does your clergy have an ego?
Are there things he's tried to hide?
You know he likes when people listen
Oh, he's never told a lie
Though the answers he's been given
Are like an educated guess
They'll get you next to nothin'
When faith's put to the test

{Chorus}
Oh, good ol' Sunday mornin'
Greasy bacon, eggs are fried
Put the pot roast in the oven
Slick your hair down, eat some humble pie
Oh, good ol' Sunday mornin'
Bees are buzzin' and so am I
Put the bird food in the feeder
Honey, let your hair down, let's fly
Let's fly