Saturday Satan Sunday Saint Lyrics - Ernest Tubb

Saturday satan Sunday saint foolin' your neighbors that's what you think 

Readin' the good book singin' the hymns 

Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin 

Old brother Brown all week he steals tells everyone this big business deals 

The deacon walks by a dollar hits the plate 

Tryin' to buy self a ticket to the pearly gates 

Old sister Rose on the very first row been a sittin' right there twenty years or so 

Never hears a word when the preacher speaks 

Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street 

Saturday satan Sunday saint... 

This little song holds good advice though some people may think it ain't too nice 

Well if you're one who's wearing the shoes 

Well there's somebody watchin' and you ain't nobody's fool 

Saturday satan Sunday saint... 

Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin