Текст песни «Sunday Lord» от Jared Mees and the Grown Children

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Jared Mees and the Grown Children - "Sunday Lord"

Lyrics to Sunday Lord :

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 didnt 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 theyd feel right about going out on Saturday night

And Sunday, lord, because they couldnt stop



Like my father, and my fathers 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 well 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 theyd be able to supper on Saturdays dinner table

And Sunday, lord, because they couldnt 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 werent taking the beatin, it was all just to keep the family eatin

Theyd 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
[ Sunday Lord Lyrics  ]

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