Sunday Morning To Saturday Night

(matraca berg/alice randall)

I walked the streets of this little town
Late last night when it all shut down
Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere

Using my memory for a map
I went looking for trains on the torn up tracks
With a weary conductor, he just turned his back but he's still there

Waiting for the resurrection
Fire from the ashes and the tears
The resurrection
You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here

Well, it's hard to believe i'm back again
Looking up old lovers and long lost friends
Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors

I heard reverend bill with the kind old face
Say he got alittle stale and he's been replace
Still we all bowed our heads when he said grace at the diner

Waiting for the resurrection
Fire from the ashes and the tears
The resurrection
You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here

Well, the engine dies and the main line fails
But surely the heart and the soul prevails
Like the wildflowers grow between the rails in the summer

Oh, the resurrection
Fire from the ashes and the tears
The resurrection
You know dreams die hard
Dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here

Oh, around here
Dreams die hard around here

(matraca berg/gary harrison)

He ran hard, he ran fast
A fallen angel on a weekend pass
Never looked forward, never looked back
A blaze of glory down a one way track

I hear the whistle
I hear the rumble
And at two a.m. outside my door
Must be your memory
Rattlin' the shutters
That train don't run by here no more

Oh yeah, we were rollin' in the wild, wild days
He kept on going and i changed my ways
Now i'm a good girl, i do what's right
Still sometimes in the middle of the night

I hear the whistle
I hear the rumble
And at two a.m. outside my door
Must be your memory
Rattlin' the shutters
That train don't run by here no more

I lie and listen to the last boxcar
Sweet dreams baby, wherever you are
Wherever you are

Yeah, i hear the whistle
I hear the rumble
And at two a.m. outside my door
Must be your memory
Rattlin' the shutters
That train don't run by here no more
No more

No more
That train don't run
That train don't run by here no more

(matraca berg/gary harrison)

Sunday morning, a quarter past ten
The congregation says amen
The friends and neighbors come rolling in
Amazing grace and original sin
The preacher said one of us had strayed
We sort of shuffled in that nervous way
And then we all breathed a sigh of relief
When jimmy miller fell to his knees

There's not a dry eye in sight
When everbody sings i saw the light
'cause we all try to do what's right
From sunday morning to saturday night

Betty miller found a younger man
Went to memphis with a brand new plan
And poor ol' jimmy didn't have a clue
He was too busy chasing you know who
The preacher prayed and jimmy just cried
And we all tried to act surprised
That betty left in his brand new car
We saw it all last night at the bar

There's not a dry eye in sight
When everbody sings i saw the light
'cause we all try to do what's right
From sunday morning to saturday night

We hurry home and we eat fried chicken
Thank god for the week we're forgiven
And we'll put up a hell of a fight
From sunday morning to saturday night

There's not a dry eye in sight
When everbody sings i saw the light
'cause we all try to do what's right
From sunday morning to saturday night

(matraca berg/gary harrison)

They say i latched onto you
Like you was the last train leaving town
But you just kept on moving, boy
Left me here to live you down
Momma said she'd send a wire
And cried on the phone
Said, you'll always be my angel girl
Won't you come back home

Well, if i was an angel i could fly over jordan
And i wouldn't need no greyhound to save my soul
But maybe that's a good thing 'cause i'll be home before i know
And if i was an angel i'd have a long way to go

So i got a job as a waitress
In some god forsaken place
Guess there's no choosing where you land
When you fall from grace
Well, i'm not sure what keeps me here
My shame or my fool pride
Well, neither one can give me wings
Or offer me a ride

Well, if i was an angel i could fly over jordan
And i wouldn't need no greyhound to save my soul
But maybe that's a good thing 'cause i'll be home before i know
And if i was an angel i'd have a long way to go

And oh, tonight i'll be dreaming
Of the cracks in the sidewalk
And a face through the window
Back to a place i belong

And if i was an angel i could fly over jordan
And i wouldn't need no greyhound to save my soul
But maybe that's a good thing 'cause i'll be home before i know
And if i was an angel i'd have a long way to go

Well, maybe that's a good thing cause i'll be home before i know
And if i was an angel i'd have a long way to go

(matraca berg/stan lynch)

I came down from the cadillac dude ranch, health spa
Nestled on the edge of town
For fourteen days i've been herbal wrapped, mud packed
Now i'm bustin' out
Well, i thought the wild west wasn't for me
You walked up like a bow-legged dream
When you said yes ma'am i thought i'd scream

Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
Take me to the rodeo
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
And i can't do-si-do
But i can put you back in the saddle, baby
Yeah, stand you up tall
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
Yeah, and that ain't all

Well, it must've been the burned out new age coffee house
So called sensitive guys
I never thought a leatherneck suckin' on a long neck
Could make my temperature rise
But you're so sweet, baby, you're so fine
You bring the barbecue and i'll bring the wine
We'll dance all night