• Title:Sunday Morning In America
  • Artist:Keith Anderson
  • Album:C'MON!
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    Keith Anderson - Sunday Morning In America

    She dresses up her children and she herds 'em to the car
    Drives down to the mega church but can't find a place to park
    Then she feels a little guilty when she takes His name in vain
    So she folds her last two dollars and she drops 'em in the plate
    It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

    His back is out of kilter from sleeping on concrete
    And he'd like to have some breakfast but he'd trade it for a drink
    Those early morning joggers, they're quick to pass him by
    And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye
    Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
    Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

    Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
    Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV
    There's Winnebago's and boats on the lake
    And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake
    It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

    He's hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand
    Layin' his life on the line, every inch of sand
    But he's dreaming about that freedom that he's been fighting for
    And the arms that will wrap around him
    When he comes walking through that door
    Some Sunday morning, it's Sunday morning in America
    Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

    Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
    Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV
    There's Winnebago's and boats on the lake
    And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake
    Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
    Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

    Well, I know it ain't perfect
    Ya, there's a lot of things wrong in America
    But I thank God for those who lay down their lives
    To make this place my home

    Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
    Cheerleaders shaking on a 57 inch big screen TV
    There's trucks on a highway and sailboats on the lake
    And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake
    It's Sunday morning, yeah, Sunday morning in America
    It's Sunday morning, beautiful Sunday morning in America
    Oh, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America, in America