Charley Crockett - Saturday Satan Sunday Saint

Saturday Satan Sunday Saint
Fooling your neighbors, that's what you think
Reading the good book, singing the hymns
Come monday morning its back to a life of sin
Old Brother Brown, all week he steals
Tells everyone about his big business deals,
The deacon walks by, a dollar hits the place
Tryin' to buy self a ticket to the Pearly Gates
Old Sister Rose on the very first row
Been a sittin' right there twenty years or so
Never hears a word when the preacher speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street
Saturday Satan Sunday Saint
Fooling your neighbors, that's what you think
Reading the good book, singing the hymns
Come monday morning its back to a life of sin
The little song holds good advice
Though some may think that it ain't to nice
If you're the one whos wearin' the shoes
Well, there's somebody watchin' and you ain't nobody
Saturday Satan Sunday Saint
Fooling your neighbors, that's what you think
Reading the good book, singing the hymns
Come monday morning its back to a life of sin
Come monday morning its back to a life of sin

Written by:
WAYNE P. WALKER

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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