Seven Sundays In A Row

Billy was a fightin', drinkin' man
The Devil never had a better friend
Mary Johnson was an angel, bless her heart
We all cried when she fell for Billy Sparks

She found a man that no one knew was there
All it took was two wings and a prayer
Mary Johnson is a saint heaven knows
She's proved it seven Sundays in a row

Seven Sundays in a row he's been in church
A little hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt
There's a battle raging in his troubled soul
But God's won seven Sundays in a row

Sometimes we all stumble and we fall
There's a little Billy Sparks inside us all
But as long as we believe there's always hope
For more than seven Sundays in a row

Seven Sundays in a row he's been in church
A little hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt
There's a battle raging in his troubled soul
But God's won seven Sundays in a row

There's a battle raging in his troubled soul
But God's won seven Sundays in a row