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INFO - SUMMER EARLY 60'S

Summer Early 60's

de Charters Chord / an -

VERSURI - SUMMER EARLY 60'S

It's summer, early 60s and it must be Sunday evening

Cause you can smell a good revival

And it's way past our bedtime

There are hell fire brimstone preachers,

There are tongues interpretations,

There are reasons that go deeper

Than the treason in our souls



But the air is thick, and the night is warm

And the pew's too hard to sleep on

It keeps us straight, no comfort here

This world is not our home



There ain't no mercy for the wicked,

Sing the voices from the choir

Tonight your soul might be required

In the presence of the Lord



Momma leads us past the graveyard,

She knows there's ghosts we have to pass by

And we sure don't want to wake 'em

In the middle of the night

Up ahead we see her walking

She knows there's judgment 'round the corner

But she keeps her pace steady,

Got her bible in her hand



Oh, but daddy sits at home

Got his boots up on the table

And he's watching Bonanaza

As he hears the time tick by

He's got cigarettes and coffee

He's got little bean bag ashtrays

He's listenin' to Bonanza,

But the clock has got his eye



There ain't no mercy for the wicked,

Sing the voices from the choir

Tonight your soul might be required

In the presence of the Lord



He is standing, now he's pacing

There's a river that runs through him

And he can't call back his anger,

As he meets us at the door

There are questions, accusations

Then he strikes, just like a rattler

And his rage it is relentless

Never less than, always more



Feel the fire in the hallway

See the demon in the doorway

Our hearts are beating faster

As we duck between the shouts

We can hear the TV next door,

As they push the volume louder

They're convinced it ain't their business

We're just praying, make it stop



There ain't no mercy for the wicked,

Sing the voices from the choir

Tonight your soul might be required

In the presence of the Lord



There ain't no mercy for the wicked,

Sing the voices from the choir

Tonight you soul might be required

In the presence of the Lord



We've got burglar-proof houses

In our neighborhood of secrets

There's no one breaking in here

And nobody getting out

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