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, no

Oh, the pain it caused my heart, yeah
To see you behind bars, oh
Oh, the pain it caused my heart
To see you behind bars (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 'bout 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, ah

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

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, oh-oh
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, yo, 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