Sunday Saints Lyrics - Jordan Davis
Sunday Saints Lyrics by Jordan Davis
Sunday Saints Lyrics is a beautiful English Song which is nicely sung by American country pop singer and songwriter by Jordan Davis, from the album “Bluebird Days”.
Sunday Saints Lyrics In English
You can say whatever you like
About the way we were raised up
Done some wrong, done some right
A few things we ain't proud of
We keep a Bible by the bed and
We keep a bottle in the cabinet
I'll be the first to admit
Got some good and we got some bad habits
We're the cold-beer raisers and last-call chasers
And fourth-quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't-back-downers and stand-our-grounders
And up-with-the-sun-ers after out all night, yeah
Yeah, we're hell-bent on calling heaven home when He calls our name
We're the don't-stop believers, the somewhere-between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints
We stay out too late
And probably run a little too hard
Throw some money in the plate
Throw the rest in a tip jar
Still got a few prayers left to pray
Still got a little road left to run
But it's good to know, I ain't the only one
We're the cold-beer raisers and last-call chasers
And fourth-quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't-back-downers and stand-our-grounders
And up-with-the-sun-ers after out all night, yeah
Yeah, we're hell-bent on calling heaven home when He calls our name
We're the don't-stop believers, the somewhere-between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints
All them Sunday saints
Still got a little growing up to get
Still got some noise I got to make
But I got a girl I get to love
She gave me two I get to raise
Still got a lot of growing up to do
Still got a lot of read left to read
But it's good to know I'm in good company
All the cold-beer raisers and last-call chasers
And fourth-quarter prayers when it's on the line
Don't-back-downers and stand-our-grounders
And up-with-the-sun-ers after out all night
Yeah, we're hell-bent on calling heaven home when He calls our name
We're the don't-stop believers, the somewhere-between-ers
The Saturday sinners and the Sunday saints
All them Sunday saints
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Good Lord, I want to be in the number
Of when the saints go marching in
Sunday Saints Lyrics
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