Hell On Sunday Morning

Halfway down a long dirt drive In a beatup fifty foot ten foot wide We raised the hell they warned us about On sunday morning With brand new bibles and worn out clothes Leather whistles if you don't do what your told We caught the hell they warned us about Whenever he came home Fiery headlines in our hands There's secrets we still keep, they would not understand We raised the hell they warned us about Every sunday morning Tell them you that love em and hold em close Tell em that you're proud and let it show There's more to teach our sons Than hell on sunday morning Lift em up high, make em strong, Teach them how to get up when they fall There's more to a fathers love Than hell on sunday morning It's a long and winding road Unloading the burdens from your youth, all you've known That's the hell they don't talk about On sunday morning Listen up I ain't close to perfect son Hell I'm learning as I'm raisin' up my young Still better than the hell I knew about Every sunday morning So tell them you that love 'em and hold 'em close Tell em that you're proud and let it show There's more to teach our sons Than hell on sunday morning Lift em up high, make em strong, Teach them how to get up when they fall Cause there's more to a fathers love Than hell on sunday morning Gotta teach our sons Gotta show our sons That a fathers love ain't hell On a sunday morning Gotta teach our sons