Sunday Down in Tennessee
Oh, I wake up in the morning with my head on the floor
Where I left it Saturday night
Makin' up my mind, I never said no more
To start my Sunday right
Oh, the bells are ringin', and dingin' dangin'
Get along, they're chimin' at me
Gonna hurry to the meetin' before the shot begins
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
Oh, brother take me, by the hand
I'll lead you to the promised land
They gather like a honeysuckle vine
They just keep clingin', all the time
Early in the evenin' when the sun goes down
By the weepin' willow tree
I get a great big kiss from a little miss
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
Oh, I wake up in the morning with my head on the floor
Where I left it Saturday night
Makin' up my mind, I never said no more
To start my Sunday right
Oh, the bells are ringin', and dingin' dangin'
Get along, they're chimin' at me
Gonna hurry to the meetin' before the shot begins
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
Oh, brother take me, by the hand
I'll lead you to the promised land
They gather like a honeysuckle vine
They just keep clingin', all the time
Early in the evenin' when the sun goes down
By the weepin' willow tree
I get a great big kiss from a little miss
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
I'm gonna walk that aisle with my head up high
Look that possum right in the eye
Be shoutin' hallelujah 'til the day I die
On Sunday, Sunday down in Tennessee
Where I left it Saturday night
Makin' up my mind, I never said no more
To start my Sunday right
Oh, the bells are ringin', and dingin' dangin'
Get along, they're chimin' at me
Gonna hurry to the meetin' before the shot begins
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
Oh, brother take me, by the hand
I'll lead you to the promised land
They gather like a honeysuckle vine
They just keep clingin', all the time
Early in the evenin' when the sun goes down
By the weepin' willow tree
I get a great big kiss from a little miss
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
Oh, I wake up in the morning with my head on the floor
Where I left it Saturday night
Makin' up my mind, I never said no more
To start my Sunday right
Oh, the bells are ringin', and dingin' dangin'
Get along, they're chimin' at me
Gonna hurry to the meetin' before the shot begins
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
Oh, brother take me, by the hand
I'll lead you to the promised land
They gather like a honeysuckle vine
They just keep clingin', all the time
Early in the evenin' when the sun goes down
By the weepin' willow tree
I get a great big kiss from a little miss
On a Sunday down in Tennessee
I'm gonna walk that aisle with my head up high
Look that possum right in the eye
Be shoutin' hallelujah 'til the day I die
On Sunday, Sunday down in Tennessee
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Writer(s): Beasley Smith
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