Sunday Morning And Saturday Night Lyrics - James Otto

My ol' man was a contradiction 

A real hard man to figure 

He'd read the King James Bible 

While sippin' on corn liquor 

He'd get drunk and he'd get to preachin' 

Right out on the porch 

Alternatin' between cussin' and a prayin' 

Spittin' and a praisin' the Lord 

No doubt about it 

He was a man of both extremes 

He had his share of demons 

But on Jesus he would lean 

He'd say, "Fly high like the angels 

Run wild like the devil 

We're all tryin' to find the middle 

Between saint and sinner, wrong and right 

Sunday morning and Saturday night" 

Well, I have sung 'Amazing Grace', hymnal in my hand 

Played 'Stairway To Heaven' in a three piece pick up band 

I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should take 

But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways 

I still hear him preachin' 

Slurrin' his words a bit 

Sayin' the thing about temptation 

Is it so hard to resist 

He'd say, "Fly high like the angels 

Run wild like the devil 

We're all tryin' to find the middle 

Between saint and sinner, wrong and right 

Sunday morning and Saturday night" 

Back then I didn't realize 

The wisdom in the sermon 

It took a while to understand 

The lesson I'm still learnin' 

He'd say, "Fly high like the angels 

Run wild like the devil 

We're all tryin' to find the middle 

Between saint and sinner, wrong and right 

Sunday morning and Saturday night" 

Saint and sinner, wrong and right 

Sunday morning and Saturday night 

He said, "Fly high like the angels"