Keith Anderson - Sunday Morning In America lyrics
rate me<BR>
<i>[Verse 1]</i><br>
She dresses up her children and herds them to the car, drives down to the mega-church and can't find a place to park.<br>
Then she feels a little guilty when she takes his name in vein,<br>
so she folds her last two dollars and she drops them in the plate, its morning Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
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<i>[Verse 2]</i><br>
His back is out of kilter from sleepin on concrete and he'd like to have some breakfast but he'll trade it for a drink,<br>
those early morning joggers their quick to pass him by and the ones that drop a dollar don't they don't dare look him in the eye.<br>
Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br>
Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a big screen TV,<br>
there's Winnebago's and boats on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake.<br>
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
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<i>[Verse 3]</i><br>
He's hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand, layin his life on the line for every inch of sand.<br>
He dreamin about that freedom that he's been fightin for and the arms that will wrap around him<br>
when he comes walkin through that door, some Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
Yea Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br>
Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a big screen TV,<br>
there's Winnebago's and boats on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake.<br>
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
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<i>[Bridge]</i><br>
Now I know it aint perfect, there's a lot of things wrong in America,<br>
I thank God for those who layed down their lives to call this place my home.<br>
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<i>[Chorus 2:]</i><br>
Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a 57 inch big screen TV,<br>
there's trucks on the highway and sail boats on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake.<br>
Sunday morning, yea Sunday morning in America.<br>
Its Sunday morning in America, beautiful Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.<br>
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<i>[Thanks to Godpunkmusic for these lyrics]</i><br>
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