Sunday Morning and Saturday Night (LP版)

Born to a family that taught me wrong from right

I learned to fear God at an early age and to say my prayers at night

But as I got a little older I started to stray

Took some turns off of the straight and narrow way

Had to learn about another side of life

I held some women and held that bottle tight

But I've never forgotten the way I was raised

I'm torn between the things I believe and the things I crave

There's a roadside bar room where I love to play

On my way home there's a little church where I kneel to pray

And it's such a fine line between wrong and right

Sunday mornin' and Saturday night

I guess I'll wonder 'til the day I die

If I'm a saint or a sinner down deep inside

When it's over and they lay me down

Will my soul be heaven sent or hell bound

There's a roadside bar room where I love to play

On my way home there's a little church where I kneel to pray

And it's such a fine line between wrong and right

Sunday mornin' and Saturday night

It's such a fine line between wrong and right

Sunday mornin' and Saturday night