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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ralph Ezell
Ralph Ezell
Bass
Marty Raybon
Marty Raybon
Lead Vocals
Mike McGuire
Mike McGuire
Drums
Jim Seales
Jim Seales
Guitar
Stan Thorn
Stan Thorn
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Booker
Jay Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Hall
Rick Hall
Producer
Robert Byrne
Robert Byrne
Producer
Alan Schulman
Alan Schulman
Engineer
Pete Greene
Pete Greene
Engineer
Rusty Moody
Rusty Moody
Assistant Engineer
M.C. Rather
M.C. Rather
Mastering Engineer
Mark Hall
Mark Hall
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mill worker houses lined up in a row
Another Southern Sunday's morning glow
Beneath the steeple, all the people have begun
Shaking hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
While in quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
Fills up the morning air, ain't nothing sweeter around
[Chorus]
I can almost hear my mama praying
"Oh, Lord, forgive us when we doubt"
Another sacred Sunday in the South, alright
[Verse 2]
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
Popping in the wind like an angry cannonball
Now the holes of history are cold and still
But they still smell the powder burning and they probably always will
And on the old town square, under the barbershop pole
They set me up in the chair when I was four years old
[Chorus]
I can almost hear my papa saying
"Won't you hold still, son? Stop squirmin' around"
Another Southern Sunday's coming down
[Chorus]
Can almost hear them old folks say
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town
Some other lazy Sunday, you'll be back around, alright"
[Verse 3]
I can feel the evening sun go down
All the lights in the houses, one by one, go out
Softly in the distance, nothing stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a whip-poor-will
On a Sunday in the South, alright
[Bridge]
(Just another Sunday) Just another Sunday in the South
(Another sacred Sunday) I can hear my mama callin', oh
In the South
(Just another Sunday) How I miss them old sweet Sundays
[Outro]
(Another sacred Sunday) I can hear my mama callin', oh
In the South
(Just another Sunday) In the South, oh, alright
(Another sacred Sunday) How I miss them old
Written by: Jay Booker
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