Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keith Anderson
Keith Anderson
Performer
Jeffrey Steele
Jeffrey Steele
Background Vocals
Joanna Cotten
Joanna Cotten
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Anderson
Keith Anderson
Composer
Jeffrey Steele
Jeffrey Steele
Composer
Rivers Rutherford
Rivers Rutherford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Steele
Jeffrey Steele
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Rivers Rutherford, Keith Anderson, Jeffrey Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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