Charlie Sexton - Sunday Clothes

Grandma slicked my hair down
I synched up my belt
I can still remember
How that polyester felt
Townsfolk all a tremble
They know what labors for
As the preacher takes the pulpit
And the ushers shut the door

(Instrumental )

Came into this crazy world
Around 19 and 68
Fathered by a crazy kid
With nothing on his plate
Daddy got in trouble
Yeah Daddy did some time
It was visiting day in the penitentiary
Is where I learned to cry


Chorus 1:

Yeah. We were singing those hymns
Over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Never understood it all
That well back then
But it probably saved my life

Yeah. We were singing those hymns
Over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Never understood it all
That well back then
But it probably saved my life

(Instrumental )

Summertime I lived with Grandma
Where I learned the golden rule
Or some southern variation
Called vacation bible school
I never got in trouble
I was just lucky I suppose
I was never quite an angel
Even in those Sunday clothes

Chorus 2:

Yeah. We were singing those hymns
Over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Never understood it all
That well back then
But it probably saved my life
Yeah. We were singing those hymns
Over and over again
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Never understood it all
That well back then
But it probably saved my life
It probably saved my life
It probably saved my life
(Repeat)