Nina Simone - Sunday In Savannah lyrics

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 merrilly 'bout the golden rule

horse sense preaching all the day

they all hollar in the righteous way

It's time for me to call on Mother Hannah

while she sits there wishing for her last reward

one more Sunday in Savannah

one more Sunday in Atlanta

it's the same thing

same feeling

Don't ya dare

go fishin' son

Amen