Shenandoah - Sunday In The South

Shenandoah

Sunday In The South

Mill worker houses lined up in a row,
another southern sunday morning blow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around

I can almost hear my mama pray:
"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt,"
another sacred sunday in the south

A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
The holes of history are cold and still,
but they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will

And on the old town square under the barber shop pole,
they sat me up in the chair when I was four years old

I can almost hear my papa say:
"Won't you hold still son, stop squirmn' around
another sacred sundays coming down"

(Instrumental break)

I can almost hear the old folks say:
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town,"
Some other lazy sunday you'll come back around

(Instrumental break)

I can feel the evening sun go down,
and all the lights in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about
and the night is filled with the sound of a whipporwil

On a sunday in the south

Mirror lyrics:

On a sunday in the south

and the night is filled with the sound of a whipporwil
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about
and all the lights in the houses one by one go out
I can feel the evening sun go down,

(Instrumental break)

Some other lazy sunday you'll come back around
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town,"
I can almost hear the old folks say:

(Instrumental break)

another sacred sundays coming down"
"Won't you hold still son, stop squirmn' around
I can almost hear my papa say:

they sat me up in the chair when I was four years old
And on the old town square under the barber shop pole,

but they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
The holes of history are cold and still,
popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all

another sacred sunday in the south
"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt,"
I can almost hear my mama pray:

heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
another southern sunday morning blow
Mill worker houses lined up in a row,

Relevant Tags:

SSunday IIn TThe SSouth	unday n he outh	uSnday nI hTe oSuth	zunday jn fhe zouth	zSunday jIn fThe zSouth	Szunday Ijn Tfhe Szouth
wunday 9n 5he wouth	wSunday 9In 5The wSouth	Swunday I9n T5he Swouth	dunday ln hhe douth	dSunday lIn hThe dSouth	Sdunday Iln Thhe Sdouth
eunday on yhe eouth	eSunday oIn yThe eSouth	Seunday Ion Tyhe Seouth	xunday kn 6he xouth	xSunday kIn 6The xSouth	Sxunday Ikn T6he Sxouth
aunday 8n ghe aouth	aSunday 8In gThe aSouth	Saunday I8n Tghe Saouth	Suunday un rhe Soouth	Snday uIn rThe Suth	Snuday Iun Trhe Suoth
Shnday Inn Skuth	Shunday I Te Skouth	Suhnday In Teh Sokuth	S7nday Im Tje S9uth	S7unday Imn Tjhe S9outh	Su7nday Inm Thje So9uth
Sknday Ih Tue S0uth	Skunday Ihn Tuhe S0outh	Suknday Inh Thue So0uth	Sinday Ij Tne Sluth	Siunday Tnhe Slouth	Suinday Inj Thne Soluth
S8nday Ib Tbe Siuth	S8unday Ibn Tbhe Siouth	Su8nday Inb Thbe Soiuth	Sjnday Tge Souuth	Sjunday Soth	Sujnday Thge Sotuh
Synday Tye Sohth	Syunday Sohuth	Suynday Thye Souhth	Sunnday Thee So7th	Suday Th So7uth	Sudnay The Sou7th
Sumday Ths Sokth	Sumnday Thse	Sunmday Thes Soukth	Suhday Th3 Soith	Th3e	Sunhday The3 Souith
Sujday Thf So8th	Thfe So8uth	Sunjday Thef Sou8th	Subday Thr Sojth	Subnday Thre Sojuth	Sunbday Ther Soujth

HOME