Sunday Morning Christian
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Harlan Howard



Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun

You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday

Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday

You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday