Sunday Lord Lyrics & Tabs by Jared Mees & The Grown Children
Sunday Lord
guitar chords lyrics
Well, they would play spite and malice in Saint Angelo and Dallas
Both sides of my family, both playing the same game
Between 8: 30 and 10, after supper, before bed
It was a good way to relax and it didn't cost a thing
Cause the tendency of my lineage and kin on both sides of my family was to burn it at both ends
And when they burned it all down to nothing
It was time to stop messing around and start all over again
And they did it Monday for the family
And Tuesday for the money
And Wednesday for that twenty acre crop
And they did it Thursday and Friday so they'd feel right about going out on Saturday night
And Sunday, lord, because they couldn't stop
Like my father, and my father's father, and his old man, too
Got more done in an hour than most men the whole day do
But they must have made a deal with that specter in the fields
Like my father, and my father's father, and his old man, too
Got more done in an hour than most men the whole day do
But they must have made a deal with that specter in the fields
"Just let us feed our families, and we'll work our whole lives for you.\"
Cause there was one, two, three, four little mouths to feed
And there was four, five, six, seven workdays in a week
And before the morning lights, they would have breakfast on
Because only lazy bones get up at the break of dawn
And they did it Monday for the family
And Tuesday for the money
And Wednesday for that twenty acre crop
And they did it Thursday and Friday so they'd be able to supper on Saturday's dinner table
And Sunday, lord, because they couldn't stop
Now, the other half in the city was just as hard and gritty
But instead of planting seeds, they were signing deeds and making loans
And though their bodies weren't taking the beatin', it was all just to keep the family eatin'
They'd spend long nights punching numbers in that back office all alone
Because that one, two, three, four percent interest rate they were chargin', translated to the most razor-thin of profit margins
And an overhead fluorescent bulb can be as cruel as the sun
But they would take it in the stomach when there was a job to be done
And they did it Monday for the family
And Tuesday for the money
And Wednesday for that small savings and loan
And on Thursday and Friday they ducked their heads so that could spend Saturday night with friends
And Sunday, lord, they did it all alone
Yeah, Sunday, lord, they did it all alone
