Sunday Morning We’ll Be Singing

[Verse 1]
Widow Johnson took a night job
At a café that we've tried to close for years
We can't condemn her for the sandwiches and coffee
But they've got a sinful jukebox and a license to sell beer

[Chorus]
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing, "Glory, halleluiah, praise the Lord"
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door

[Verse 2]
Junior Crabtree is a wild child
We all know that he's in danger of the fire
We don't say nothing whеn the plate is passed among us
Though wе're helping Pastor Crabtree pay for Junior's hopped up car

[Chorus]
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing, "Glory, halleluiah, praise the Lord"
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door

[Verse 3]
Brother Smith and his opinions
Led him into darkness, he no longer sees the light
He had the nerve to say that our denomination
Might not be the will of heaven or the only one that's right

[Chorus]
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing, "Glory, halleluiah, praise the Lord"
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing, "Glory, halleluiah, praise the Lord"
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door