Fill-the-pews---sinners need Salvation..."Saints"...too!

_Faithful-(Sinnes) fill-the-pews!

(some Sunday-mornin’ hymn-singing news)

 

Sunday mornin’ bright-dawnin’, faithful-(sinners) fill-the-pews

All fightin’ for the back-seats, sufferin’ Saturday-night blues

 

Yonder-goes temptress Bobbi-Jo, her hair still quite a-mess

Spent last-night in Jimmy’s car, donned a crisp white-dress

 

Widow-Lawson entertains ole neighbor-George each-night

Watchin’ through yon open-curtain lighted-window sight

 

Seven-young-uns’ holy folded-hands angelic-slow march-in

Daddy smiles at his secretary-girl, plans red-roses for-to-send

 

Their-Momma wears that old-worn fashion straw Sunday-hat

Eyes straight-ahead, refuses to-participate in any sin-like-that

 

Silk-suited banker-Tom drops a nickel in the collection-plate

5^th-wife Lenora dressed fit-to-kill, ole-Tom is no cheap-skate

 

Sunday mornin’ bright-dawning, faithful-(sinners) fill-the-pews

All fightin’ for the back-seats, sufferin’ Saturday-night blues

 

Mary-Lou in a sacred royal-crimson robe, she is the choir-Queen

Imbibed a-bit-too-much at the church-social, made quite-a-scene

 

Comes Eddie and wife-Sue who live high-up on Sunset (Rich-man) Hill

Sue skinny-dips for an even-tan and adores her pool-boy, handsome-Bill

 

Sunshine through stained-glass offers solace to a motley-crew

The preacher always talks on evil-sin, a subject they all-knew

 

Watchin’ all-the-sinners makes me vow holy-Redemption!

They ain’t near as bad as me embracing evil-conscription

 

Sunday mornin’ bright-dawning, faithful-(sinners) fill-the-pews

All fightin’ for the back-seats, sufferin’ Saturday-night blues

 

And, been there an-hour a-fore the rest, sittin’ against the-wall

Little Granny-lady with her Bible---praying…“Never-to-sin-fall”

 

Sunday mornin’ bright-dawning, faithful-(sinners) fill-the-pews

All fightin’ for the back-seats, sufferin’ Saturday-night blues

 

A---A…Amen! Amen!