sunday morning & saturday night

born to a family that taught me wrong from right

i learned to fear god at an early age and to say my prayers at night

but as i got a little older i started to stray

took some turns off of the straight and narrow way

had to learn about another side of life

i held some women and held that bottle tight

but i've never forgotten the way i was raised

i'm torn between the things i believe and the things i crave

there's a roadside bar room where i love to play

on my way home there's a little church where i kneel to pray

and it's such a fine line between wrong and right

sunday mornin' and saturday night

i guess

i'll wonder 'til the day i die

if i'm a saint or a sinner down deep inside

when it's over and they lay me down

will my soul be heaven sent or hell bound?

there's a roadside bar room where i love to play

on my way home there's a little church where i kneel to pray

and it's such a fine line between wrong and right

sunday mornin' and saturday night

it's such a fine line between wrong and right

sunday mornin' and saturday night