Sunday morning
And Sunday morning blues.
Got holes in my socks
From holes in my shoes.
Holes in my feet
From the holes in my shoes
Stepping on the litter
In the avenues.
City is gray,
The morning sky is too.
Sunday morning blues
The church bells ring
Just the way they use to do.
Dressed up people walk
Dressed-down avenues,
Stepping like winners,
Clothes of different hues.
Step over sinners,
Clothes of different hues.
Sunday morning blues.
Saturday evening
Should have known I’d lose.
Holes in my socks
From holes in my shoes.
Holes in my soul
From the things I do.
On Saturday night,
Sunday morning blues.
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