G D7 G Mr. Jones this car you sold me isn't all that I desiredD7 G You swore it was young and healthy now I find it's old and tiredC D7 G But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be doneD7 G Mr. Jones I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gunD7 G You're a Sunday morning Christian sir singing louder than the restD7 G Beg forgiveness at the altar with your chin down on your chestC D7 G But tomorrow will be Monday you'll revert back to your waysD7 Gouging kicking cheating shoving with no thoughts of God or lovingG Don't let me stand in your way surely God will forgive you next SundayD7 G Mrs. Smith your fine attendance shows the Christian life you liveD7 G But I know you little secret you expect God to forgiveC D7 G You'll kiss your husband Monday morning see him safely on his wayD7 G Then get ready for your lover it's a long time till SundayD7 G You're a Sunday morning Christian ma'am singing louder than the restD7 G Beg forgiveness at the altar with your chin down on your chestC D7 G But tomorrow will be Monday you'll revert back to your waysD7 Gouging kicking cheating shoving with no thoughts of God or lovingG Don't let me stand in your way surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Sunday Morning Christian
Cal Smith
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Tom:
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