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LYRICS

Freeborn Man

Take Me To the Water

Good Wine

Sunday Morning Child

Teach me Love Again

We Call Them Cowboys

Third Stool From The Payphone

Susan By The Water

Lucifer's Dancing

Look Who Wants it Now

Sometimes In The Morning

I Won't Quit Now

Russ Edwards

(Well) my mamma was big city witch
You know the kind folks don’t believe in
And her mamma was a bayou doctor
And she did some little more than just healing.
When I was a baby they looked in my eyes
Hey, and I hear tell they said,
“You know we better watch close on that little boy child
‘Cause the devils in his head.”

Well, now, those two women doted over me
‘Til I was almost grow’d up.
You know they prayed and fretted over my poor soul
‘Til I was almost ready to throw up.
With their backwoods magic and ten local preachers
They kept hell’s fires at bay.
And would you believe that when the moon was full,
They made me go to two churches on Sunday?

And so I made it come true what they said at my crib,
I guess I grew up kinda wild.
But I’d rather be turned to ashes
Than to be a -- Sunday mornin’s child.
            To be a Sunday mornin’s child …

Well now, I’m not sayin’ that I don’t believe
In the Master and all His good works;
I’m just tired of hearin’ ev’ry man with a church
Sayin’ he represents The Good Word.
And this one says that my God has died …
That one says that He’s still alive …
But ya gotta be at his church at quarter-to-five
On Sunday mornin’ to see Him.

But, now that I’m older and I’m getting to think
With some responsibility
I think now and then that I better try to save
What ever little there’s left of me.
And sometimes like yesterday
I get to thinking
That I better get to it soon …
But then wasn’t she so damned good last night
Under that evil moon?

Well I made it come true what they said at my crib
I guess I grew up kinda wild.
But I’d rather be turned to ashes
Than to be a -- Sunday mornin’s child.
            To be a Sunday mornin’s child …

 

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