Sunday in the South (feat. Jason Aldean & Luke Bryan) - Shenandoah/Jason Aldean/Luke Bryan

Composed by：Jay Booker

Produced by：Noah Gordon/Mickey Jack Cones/Jody Stevens/Jeff Stevens

Mill worker houses lined up in a row

Another southern Sunday's morning glow

Beneath the steeple

All the people have begun

Shaking hands with the man

Who grips the gospel gun

While the quiet prayer

The smell of dinner on the ground

Heals up the morning air

Ain't nothing sweeter around

I can almost hear my Momma praying

Oh Lord forgive us when we doubt

Another sacred Sunday in the south oh

A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all

Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball

Now the holes of history are cold and still

They still smell the powder

Burning and they probably always will

And on the old town square

Under the barber shop pole

They sat me up in the chair

When I was four years old

I can almost hear my Poppa saying

Won't you hold still son

Stop squirming around

Another southern Sunday's coming down

I can almost hear the old folks say

You'll make it big one day

You'll leave this town

Some other lazy Sunday

You'll be back around

Alright

I can feel the evening sun go down

And all the lights in

The houses one by one go out

Softly in the distance nothing stirs about

And the night is filled

With the sound of a whippoorwill

On a Sunday in the south alright

Just another Sunday

Just another Sunday in the south

Oh just another Sunday

Oh another sacred Sunday in the south

I can hear my Momma calling

That he didn't Sunday falling

How I missed them old sweet

Sundays

Oh

Another sacred Sunday

I can hear my Momma calling

In the south alright

Yeah

Just another Sunday oh oh oh

In the south

Oh another sacred Sunday