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Sunday Morning In America

アーティスト:Keith Anderson  アルバム:Keith Anderson - C'mon 

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Verse1 She dresses up her children and herds them to the car, drives down to the mega-church and can't find a place to park. Then she feels a little guilty when she takes his name in vein, so she folds her last two dollars and she drops them in the plate, its morning Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Verse2 His back is out of kilter from sleepin on concrete and he'd like to have some breakfast but he'll trade it for a drink, those early morning joggers their quick to pass him by and the ones that drop a dollar don't they don't dare look him in the eye. Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Chorus: Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a big screen tv, there's Winnebago's and boats on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Verse3 He's hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand, layin his life on the line for every inch of sand. He dreamin about that freedom that he's been


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