Sunday Morning After

I'm running west out of Baton Rouge Pushing ninety five on ten The Eastern sun is on my back And the heat is closing in Oh the Sunday Morning After I wrote a note on a Marlboro box Said I love you but I gotta go Things went bad but I got the cash And that's all that you should know Oh the Sunday Morning After Say an extra prayer for me When the choir sings Hallelujah And know that when you bow your head I'll be sending one back to ya Oh oh the Sunday Morning After I cleaned that bank on the graveyard shift For all of fifteen years For the last two weeks I've been making my plans Last night I shifted gears Oh for the Sunday Morning After I didn't mean to hurt no one With the pistol at my side But I took one shot to my right arm And I'm lucky to be alive Oh the Sunday Morning After Say an extra prayer for me When the choir sings Hallelujah And know that when you bow your head I'll be sending one back to ya Oh oh the Sunday Morning After he wakes up When he looks at you and smiles I'll be wishing I was with you Knowing it was all worthwhile My sin paid for his treatment And my judgment day will come But there ain't nothing a father won't do For his only son Say an extra prayer for me When the choir sings Hallelujah And know that when you bow your head I'll be sending one back to ya Say an extra prayer for me When the choir sings Hallelujah And know that when you bow your head I'll be sending one back to ya Oh oh oh oh the Sunday Morning After The Sunday Morning After I'm running west out of Baton Rouge Pushing ninety five on ten