Il testo della Sunday morning in america

She dresses up her children and she herds em to the car
Drives down to the mega church but cant find a place to park
Then she feels a little guilty when she takes his name in vain
So she folds her last two dollars and she drops em in the plate

It's sunday morning, sunday morning in america

His back is out of kilter from sleeping on concrete
And hed like to have some breakfast but hed trade it for a drink
Those early morning joggers, theyre quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, dont dare look him in the eye

Another sunday morning, sunday morning in america
Sunday morning, sunday morning in america

Smell the eggs and bacon, i hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen tv
Theres winnebagos and boats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

It's sunday morning, sunday morning in america

Hes hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand
Layin his life on the line, every inch of sand
But hes dreaming about that freedom that hes been fighting for
And the arms that will wrap around him
When he comes walking through that door

Some sunday morning, it's sunday morning in america
Yeah, sunday morning, sunday morning in america

Smell the eggs and bacon, i hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen tv
Theres winnebagos and boats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

Yeah, sunday morning, sunday morning in america
Sunday morning, sunday morning in america

Well, i know it aint perfect
Ya, theres a lot of things wrong in america
But i thank god for those who lay down their lives
To make this place my home

Smell the eggs and bacon, i hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a 57 inch big screen tv
Theres trucks on a highway and sailboats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

It's sunday morning, yeah, sunday morning in america
It's sunday morning, beautiful sunday morning in america
Oh, sunday morning, sunday morning in america, in america