Sunday Morning (Thinkin 'Bout You)

I got family that's gone away Some forever and some just have gone astray Times are hard and we all fall today But I want you to know you're the reason why I walk this way Now don't take offense when you get it, sure the mama raised her son Not every lesson you've got to learn from experience Oh, but I wish we could go back, I wish we could start over Because I'm missing your smile and saying we can't get no closer Oh, the pain it caused my heart, yeah, to see you behind bars Oh, the pain it caused my heart, to see you behind bars I wish you didn't do it, so you could be here Sunday morning I wish you didn't do it, so you could be here Sunday morning Sunday morning I know I ain't seen you in a bit Never stopped thinking about you or the times we spent Like playing football in the yard as kids, yeah Yo Or getting dressed, looking the best Trying to test, going to skate thinking we was legit Oh, my brother my sister You gotta know my heart is here with ya I can't have you back and that sucks But that don't mean love gives up And as for your sons and your daughters We'll teach them the love of the father, the ruler Truth, and be strong, 'cause that's what we been all along And oh, oh, the pain it caused my heart, yeah, to see you behind bars The pain it caused my heart, yeah, yeah, yeah, to see you behind bars I wish you didn't do it, so you could be here Sunday morning, yeah I wish you didn't do it, so you could be here Sunday morning Sunday morning Oh, Sunday morning, after the rain Oh, Sunday morning, the way the sun shines on your face Oh, Sunday morning, what a beautiful day Oh, Sunday morning I'm just thinking 'bout you I'm just thinking 'bout you I'm just thinking 'bout you I'm just thinking 'bout you Oh, Sunday morning, after the rain Oh, Sunday morning, the way the sun shines on your face Oh, Sunday morning, what a beautiful day Oh, Sunday morning Oh, Sunday morning, oh, the mothers and sisters Oh, Sunday morning, the way the sun shines on your face Oh, Sunday morning, yeah, we love and we miss you Oh, Sunday morning Yeah, yeah, one time for the ones who ain't getting out And two times for the ones you ain't seen in a while And like a million for the kids that they have And another million for the husbands and their wives Yo, we in here now but we got to do better as people Be your brother, keep it and not as preachers Through all the hate and pain, darling girl, love is a teacher Bro, I'm trying to reach you, 'cause I want to see you Sunday morning