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Sunday morning the alarm sounds at eight So, I get in the shower, when it goes on the fritz. I get soap I my eyes and have
to do the cold rinse, My shirts are all wrinkled and my ties are all gone.
I’ve got the Sunday School
Blues I’ve got the Sunday, the Sunday School Blues Every time it’s Sunday morning, It’s like the devil’s on the
loose.
I’m off to the kitchen for a
cup of dark roast Snoopy, our dog, starts to chase his own tale— It’s like a crazy farm! Then we hit the road running,
faster than fast,
I’ve got the Sunday School
Blues I’ve got the Sunday, the Sunday School Blues Every time it’s Sunday morning, It’s like the devil’s on the
loose.
Then I get to God’s place, just barely on time, I’m greeted with hugs and welcoming smiles. When the chorus starts up, I take a seat in the pew, The Spirit starts moving and I feel brand new.
No more Sunday School Blues No more Sunday, Sunday School Blues. There’s only one thing you can do: Get your tuchus in the pew! To beat the Sunday, the Sunday School Blues.
No more Sunday School Blues No more Sunday, Sunday School Blues. There’s only one thing you can do: Get your tuchus in the pew! To beat the Sunday, the Sunday School Blues.
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