Ain't No Sunday Song

Coffee's burnt, the sky's still gray. Bills on the table,

won't bow and pray. Got dirt on my hands, blood in my

knuckles. Life don't bend just 'cause faith gets subtle. Mama said,

"Boy, keep your head on straight." But the road don't care and

the rent won't wait. Church bells ring down on main street.

I'm still chasing sleep I can't seem to keep. This ain't a hymn you hum

along. Ain't no choir when the lights are gone. That ain't no

Sunday song. Ain't clean, ain't right, ain't soft or long.