The Sunday School Blues

Rolled out of bed about a quarter 'til eight

Better get up or I'm gonna be late

Seems I never get to bed on a Saturday night

Which is always a problem come the morning light

And I can feel it now

I've got the Sunday school blues

Crawl to the shower make my self smell good

Comb my hair just the way that I should

Put on my clothes I wear no other place

And I paint that smile upon my face

But I can feel it now

I've got the Sunday school blues

My kid's won't eat and it's a quarter 'til nine

It seems that all they want to do is whine

And then it's go the car with all that junk

And throw it into that tiny trunk

And I can feel it now

I've got the Sunday school blues

But I get to the church and I take my seat

And I hear 'bout sittin' at my Jesus' feet

The Word of God gets in my soul

And I feel His Spirit take control

And I feel them blues just melt away

Like the snow on the street on a sunny day

I hear some more about my Father's plan

And I leave that room a different man

And I don't feel them no more

The Sunday school blues

January 13-14, 1983

Inspired by a conversation with Skip Brooker

Words and music by Bill Griffin

Copyright 1983 Bill Griffin