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[Verse]
Wine carpet, wooden pews
Hymnals and grape juice
Growing up on Traveling Jesus and church shoes
Maybe there's a God above
But when push comes to shove
I've found it's true there's no hate like Christian love

[Pre-Chorus]
And I'd be lying
If I said I've never done wrong
But watching it happen
How am I to make sense of it all?

[Chorus]
Mama's crying and I'm holding her hand
And that man said "good morning" but I know what he did
And I'm singing Hallelujah, but no one's listening
And yeah, I love Jesus
But I dread Sunday morning

[Verse]
Bowing heads, holding hands
Potlucks and pulpit stands
Surrounded by enemies, think it's a secret from me
How am I to trust this when all I've seen is hatred?
I'll always keep one eye open praying

[Chorus]
Mama's crying and I'm holding her hand
And that man said "good morning" but I know what he did
And I'm singing Hallelujah, but no one's listening
And yeah, I love Jesus
But I dread Sunday morning

[Verse]
I don't wanna be known as that type of person
I'll try and keep faith while it's our name they're cursing
I'll worship on a Wednesday or Saturday evening
Alone
But Sunday I'd rather stay home

[Chorus]
'Cause Mom will be crying and I'll hold her hand
Watching menacing glances as dad takes the stand
And they'll say Hallelujah with a fist as they sing
I love Jesus but I dread Sunday morning

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