Come Sunday Morn - Live
My eyes are hazy, my spirit's weak
In run with the best of 'em, but my legs have gone to sleep
Switch on the bright lights, turn on this town
Tell the Ledger-Star the prodigal son of a bitch is comin' 'round
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
I woke this mornin' a ball full of rage
A heart full of burnin' fire was beatin' on its cage
Mom has gone to Heaven, Dad is fairly well
Sister's got her hands too full, and I've gone all to Hell
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Dance with me 'til the boiling fever's sweated out
'Til the pales of grief run bottomless on the flames that brought the drought
Switch on the bright lights, turn on this town
Run me through 'til I turn to powder and dash me on the ground
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
In run with the best of 'em, but my legs have gone to sleep
Switch on the bright lights, turn on this town
Tell the Ledger-Star the prodigal son of a bitch is comin' 'round
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
I woke this mornin' a ball full of rage
A heart full of burnin' fire was beatin' on its cage
Mom has gone to Heaven, Dad is fairly well
Sister's got her hands too full, and I've gone all to Hell
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Dance with me 'til the boiling fever's sweated out
'Til the pales of grief run bottomless on the flames that brought the drought
Switch on the bright lights, turn on this town
Run me through 'til I turn to powder and dash me on the ground
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness come Sunday morn
Credits
Writer(s): Barry Privett, Carter Gravatt, Terry Clark
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