Saturday Satan Sunday Saint

Saturday satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbor
That's what you think
Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin

Old brother Brown all week he steals
Tells everyone 'bout his big business deals
The deacon walked by, a dollar hit the plate
Tryin' to buy himself a ticket to the pearly gates

Old sister Rose on the very first row
Been a sittin' right there twenty years or so
Never hears a word when the preacher speaks
Too busy talkin' 'bout the bad girl down the street

Saturday satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbor
That's what you think
Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin

This little song held good advice
Though some may think that it ain't too nice
If you're the one who's wearing the shoes
There's somebody out there and it ain't nobody's fool

Saturday satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbor
That's what you think
Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin

Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin



Credits
Writer(s): Wayne P. Walker
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