Sunday In The South - Shenandoah

Sunday In The South

Shenandoah

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Millworker houses lined up in a row

Another southern Sunday's mornin' glow

Beneath the steeple, all the people have begun

Shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun

While in quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground

Fills up the mornin' air, ain't nothin' sweeter around

I can almost hear my mama prayin'

"Oh, Lord, forgive us when we doubt"

Another sacred Sunday in the south, oh

A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all

Poppin' in the wind like an angry cannon ball

Now the holes of history are cold and still

But they still smell the powder burnin'

And they probably always will

And on the old town square, under the barber shop pole

They set me up in the chair when I was four years old

I can almost hear my papa sayin'

'Won't you hold still, son, stop squirmin' around"

Another southern Sunday's comin' down

I can almost hear them old folks say

"You'll make it big, one day, you'll leave this town

Some other lazy Sunday, you'll be back around"

I can feel the evenin' sun go down

All the lights in the houses one by one go out

Softly in the distance, nothin' stirs about

And the night is filled with the sound of a whippoorwill

On a Sunday in the south, alright

(Just another Sunday)

Just another Sunday in the south

Oh, another sacred Sunday in the south

(Ooh, just another Sunday)

How I miss those old sweet Sundays in the south

(Ooh, another sacred Sunday)

I can hear my mama callin' in the south, alright

(Ooh, just another Sunday) oh-whoa-whoa

- It's already the end -