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