Sunday Morning We'll Be Singing

Widow Johnson took a night job At a cafe that we've tried to close for years We can't condemn her for the sandwiches and coffee But they've got a sinful jukebox and a license to sell beer Sunday morning we'll be singing Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify And tell a lie just like we did the week before Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door Junior Crabtree is a wild child We all know that he's in danger of the fire We don't say nothing when the plate is passed among us Though we're helping Pastor Crabtree pay for Junior's hopped up car Sunday morning we'll be singing Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify And tell a lie just like we did the week before Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door Brother Smith and his opinions Led him into darkness he no longer sees the light He had the nerve to say that our denomination Might not be the will of heaven or the only one that's right Sunday morning we'll be singing Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify And tell a lie just like we did the week before Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door Sunday morning we'll be singing Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify And tell a lie just like we did the week before Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door