Come Sunday Morn [Live]

My eyes are hazy. My spirit’s weak I can run with the best of ’m But my legs have gone to sleep Switch on the bright lights Turn on this this town Tell the Ledger-Star The prodigal son-of-a-bitch Is comin’ round Leave my blue suede shoes by the door Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn All these floorboards are barely worn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn I woke this morning a ball full of rage A heart full of burning fire Was beating on its cage Mom has gone to heaven Dad is fairly well Sister’s got her hands too full And I’ve gone all to hell Leave my blue suede shoes by the door Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn All these floorboards are barely worn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Dance with me until the boiling fever’s sweated out Until the pales of grief run bottomless On the flames that brought the drought Switch on the bright lights Turn on this this town Run me through ‘til I turn to powder And dash me on the ground Leave my blue suede shoes by the door Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn All these floorboards are barely worn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness Come Sunday morn