Sunday Morning Christian

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, singing 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 you, little secret you expect God to forgive You'll kiss your husband Monday morning, 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'am, singing 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