Karaoké Sunday In The South Shenandoah

Mill worker houses lined up in a row

Another southern Sunday's mornin' glow

Beneath the steeple all the people have begun

Shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun

While in quiet prayer smell of dinner on the ground

Fills up the mornin' air ain't nothin' sweeter 'round

I can almost hear my mama pray

Oh Lord forgive us when we doubt

Another sacred Sunday in the south all right

A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all

Poppin' in the wind like an angry cannon ball

Now the holes of history are cold and still

But they still smell the powder burn

And they prob'bly always will

And on the old town square under the barbershop pole

They set me up in the chair when I was four years old

I can almost hear my papa say won't you hold still son stop squirmin' around

Another southern Sunday's comin' down

I can almost hear the ol' folks say

You'll make it big one day you'll leave this town

Another lazy Sunday you'll be back around

I can feel the ev'nin' sun go down

All the lights in the houses one by one go out

Softly in the distance nothin' stirs about

And the night is filled with the sound of the whippoorwill

On a Sunday in the South all right

Just another Sunday

Just another Sunday in the South

Oh another sacred Sunday in the South

How I miss those ol' sweet Sundays in the South

I can hear my mama callin' in the South

Oh oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa