Sunday Morning and Saturday Night

My ol' man was a contradiction A real hard man to figure He'd read the King James Bible While sippin' on corn liquor He'd get drunk, and he'd get to preachinRight out on the porch Alternatin' between cussin' and a prayinSpittin' and a praisin' the Lord No doubt about it He was a man of both extremes He had his share of demons But on Jesus he would lean (Chorus:) He'd say, "Fly high like the angels Run wild like the devil We're all tryin' to find the middle Between saint and sinner, wrong and right Sunday morning and saturday night." Well, I have sung "Amazing Grace," hymnal in my hand Played "Stairway To Heaven" in a three piece pick up band I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should take But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways I still hear him preachinSlurrin' his words a bit Sayin' the thing about temptation Is it's so hard to resist