Saturday Night Meets Sunday Morning
The streets are quiet in old downtown
The heat of the night is settling down
Put up the chair, sweep the floors and
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Somebodys drinking morning coffee
Somebodys sipping straight Jim Beam and
The only time when theyre both pouring
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Alarms clock buzzing in a pin house suite
While theres a man sleeping down on the street
A hooker and a priest, together on the corner
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Right before the sun comes up
Some go to church, some are still drunk
From bar guitar to gospel organs
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
A six string poet, its who I am
Addicted to being this rambling man
Theres not another time I love more when
Saturday nights
meet Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning