HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM NASHVILLE'S DEMOLITION CREW!!!
Lyrics
Between Sundays (J. D’Agostino, P. Mullins, D. Petrelli) copyright 2010
And he said, So how you doing son
I see you sitting here
Back row of the pew
Fifty-two weeks a year
Now there's a feather you can stick into your cap, and be proud
But these walls are whispering
They say you lost your way
And found an old bar stool
Down at Dixie May's (Jimmy Ray’s?)
Times are tough, but you can't give up like that
Cause Between Sundays, That's where you find faith
Walking beside you, With every step you take
No room for doubt when, We're talkin' bout the written words
Yeah between Sundays, Between the hard rains
That's when you know the Good Lord is watching
Not for an hour, Not for just one day
Between Sundays
You know, Confession helps a soul
And clears a troubled mind
But tell me what's the use
With words that smell like wine
Was a time when I was standing in your shoes
But you want to know the truth?
Once you leave these doors
Till you walk back again
Make time to have a catch
Or be a better friend
Cause in the end you know
It's between God and you
Yeah between Sundays, Between the hard rains
That's when you know the Good Lord is watching
Not for an hour, Not for just one day
Not when you're singing “Amazing Grace”
Between the kneeling, Between the praying
Between Sundays
