Sunday Morning In America

Keith Anderson

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    She dresses up her children
    and she herds 'em to the car
    Drives down to the mega church
    but can't find a place to park
    Then she feels a little guilty
    when she takes His name in vain
    So she folds her last two dollars
    and she drops 'em in the plate

    It's Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America

    His back is out of kilter
    from sleeping on concrete
    And he'd like
    to have some breakfast
    but he'd trade it for a drink
    Those early morning joggers
    they're quick to pass him by
    And the ones who drop a dollar
    don't dare look him in the eye

    Another Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America
    Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America

    Smell the eggs and bacon
    I hear the church bells ring
    Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV
    There's Winnebago's and boats on the lake
    And a red-head freckled face blows
    out the candles on his birthday cake

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    It's Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America

    He's hunkered in a bunker
    with a rifle in his hand
    Layin' his life on the line
    every inch of sand
    But he's dreaming about that freedom
    that he's been fighting for
    And the arms that will wrap around him
    When he comes walking through that door

    Some Sunday morning
    it's Sunday morning in America
    Yeah, Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America

    Smell the eggs and bacon
    I hear the church bells ring
    Cheerleaders shaking
    on a big screen TV
    There's Winnebago's
    and boats on the lake
    And a red-head freckled face blows
    out the candles on his birthday cake

    Yeah, Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America
    Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America

    Well, I know it ain't perfect
    Ya, there's a lot of things
    wrong in America
    But I thank God for those
    who lay down their lives
    To make this place my home

    Smell the eggs and bacon
    I hear the church bells ring
    Cheerleaders shaking
    on a 57 inch big screen TV
    There's trucks on a highway
    and sailboats on the lake
    And a red-head freckled face blows
    out the candles on his birthday cake

    It's Sunday morning
    yeah, Sunday morning in America
    It's Sunday morning
    beautiful Sunday morning in America
    Oh, Sunday morning
    Sunday morning in America, in America

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    Composición: Jeffrey Steele, Rivers Rutherford y Keith Anderson

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