Hell On Sunday Morning

Halfway down a long dirt drive
In a beatup fifty foot ten foot wide
We raised the hell they warned us about
On sunday morning

With brand new bibles and worn out clothes
Leather whistles if you don't do what your told
We caught the hell they warned us about
Whenever he came home

Fiery headlines in our hands
There's secrets we still keep, they would not understand
We raised the hell they warned us about
Every sunday morning

Tell them you that love em and hold em close
Tell em that you're proud and let it show
There's more to teach our sons
Than hell on sunday morning

Lift em up high, make em strong,
Teach them how to get up when they fall
There's more to a fathers love
Than hell on sunday morning

It's a long and winding road
Unloading the burdens from your youth, all you've known
That's the hell they don't talk about
On sunday morning

Listen up
I ain't close to perfect son
Hell I'm learning as I'm raisin' up my young
Still better than the hell I knew about
Every sunday morning

So tell them you that love 'em and hold 'em close
Tell em that you're proud and let it show
There's more to teach our sons
Than hell on sunday morning

Lift em up high, make em strong,
Teach them how to get up when they fall
Cause there's more to a fathers love
Than hell on sunday morning

Gotta teach our sons
Gotta show our sons
That a fathers love ain't hell
On a sunday morning
Gotta teach our sons



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Williams
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