Come Sunday Morn - Carbon Leaf

My eyes are hazy.

My spirit’s weak

I can run with the best of 'em

But my legs have gone to sleep

Switch on the bright lights.

Turn on this town

Tell the Ledger-Star the prodigal son-of-a-bitch is comin' round

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door

Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness

Come Sunday morn

All these floorboards are barely worn

Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness

Come Sunday morn

I woke this mornin' a ball full of rage

A heart full of burnin' fire was beatin' on its cage

Mom has gone to heaven.

Dad is fairly well

Sister’s got her hands too full

And I’ve gone all to hell

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door

Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness

Come Sunday morn

All these floorboards are barely worn

Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness

Come Sunday morn

Dance with me until the boiling fever’s sweated out

Until the pales of grief run bottomless

On the flames that brought the drought

Switch on the bright lights.

Turn on this town

Run me through 'til I turn to powder

And dash me on the ground

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door

Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness

Come Sunday morn

All these floorboards are barely worn

Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness

Come Sunday morn