Widow Johnson took a night job
At a cafe that we've tried to close for years
We can't condemn her for the sandwiches and coffee
But they've got a sinful jukebox and a license to sell beer
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door
Junior Crabtree is a wild child
We all know that he's in danger of the fire
We don't say nothing when the plate is passed among us
Though we're helping Pastor Crabtree pay for Junior's hopped up car
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door
Brother Smith and his opinions
Led him into darkness he no longer sees the light
He had the nerve to say that our denomination
Might not be the will of heaven or the only one that's right
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door
Sunday morning we'll be singing
Singing glory halleluiah praise the Lord
Inside the church we'll have a turn to testify
And tell a lie just like we did the week before
Outside the hand of hell is knocking on our door