Текст Daryle Singletary – Sunday Mornin’ Kind Of Town

Old man Johnson’s comin’
He’s got a sack of somethin’
Everybody knows he grows
The best tomatoes around

There goes Ronnie
On his old Ford tractor
Cloggin’ up the road
And wavin’ every one around
In our Sunday mornin’ kind of town

Where the church bells ring and time moves slow
It’s hard to find a face you don’t know
It’s a covered dish on Wednesday
And football on Friday night
Ol’ preacher Bill, he makes his rounds
Folks lift you up when you fall down
I thank the Lord I was born
In a Sunday mornin’ kind of town

Had a little fuss last night
Down at the town hall meeting
State came in and tried to take
The pledge of allegiance out, ha
Not in a Sunday mornin’ kind of town

Where the church bells ring and time moves slow
It’s hard to find a face you don’t know
It’s a covered dish on Wednesday
And football on Friday night
Ol’ preacher Bill, he makes his rounds
Folks lift you up when you fall down
I thank the Lord I was born

That old river started risin’
Caught us by surprise
And word got out and people
Came from miles around
From their Sunday mornin’ kind of towns

Where the church bells ring and time moves slow
It’s hard to find a face you don’t know
It’s a covered dish on Wednesday
And football on Friday night
Ol’ preacher Bill, he makes his rounds
Folks lift you up when you fall down
I thank the Lord I was born
In a Sunday mornin’ kind of town