Sunday in Savannah Lyrics
Sunday in Savannah - Dinah Shore/Hugh MacKay
One more
Sunday in Savannah
Hear the whole creation shouting
Praise the Lord
See them flinging out the banner
While the congregation says a men
Young folks
Tending Sunday School
They sing merrilly about the golden rule
Horse sense runing all the day
They all hollar in the righteous way
Time to call on old Hannah
While she waits there wishing for her last reward
He spoke Sunday in Savannah
Don't you dare
Go fishing son
Time to call on old Hannah
While she waits there wishing for her last reward
He spoke Sunday in Savannah
Don't you dare
Go fishing son
Don't you dare
Go fishing son