Sunday Morning And Saturday Night - 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’s so hard to resist

Back then I didn’t realize

The wisdom in the sermon

It took a while to understand

The lesson I’m still learnin'

Saint and sinner, wrong and right

Sunday morning and Saturday night

He said, «Fly high like the angels.»