Nina Simone - Sunday in Savannah Тексты

One more
Sunday in Savannah
hear the whole creation shoutin'
Praise the Lord
see them flinging out the banner
while the congregation says Amen

Young folk
'tendin Sunday School
they sing merrily 'bout the golden rule
Parsons, preaching all the day
they holler in the righteous way

It's time for me to call on old Aunt Hannah
while she sits there wishing for her last reward
one more Sunday in Savannah

Don't ya dare
go fishin' son
Amen