Saturday Night Meets Sunday Morning

(álbum: Poets & Prisoners - 2011)

The streets are quiet in old downtown
The heat of the night is settling down
Put up the chair, sweep the floors and
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

Somebody's drinking morning coffee
Somebody's sipping straight Jim Beam and
The only time when they're both pouring
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

Alarm's clock buzzing in a pin house suite
While there's a man sleeping down on the street
A hooker and a priest, together on the corner
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

Right before the sun comes up
Some go to church, some are still drunk
From bar guitar to gospel organs
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

A six string poet, it's who I am
Addicted to being this rambling man
There's not another time I love more when
Saturday nights…meet Sunday morning

Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning

Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning