"Saturday Satan Sunday Saint" lyrics - CHARLEY CROCKETT

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbors
That's what you think
Readin' the good book
Singin' the hymns
Come Monday mornin' it's back to a life of sin

Old brother Brown
All week he steals
Tells everyone
'Bout his big business deals
The deacon walks by
A dollar hits the plate
Tryin' to buy hisself a ticket to the pearly gates

Old sister Rose
On the very first row
Been a-sittin' right there
Twenty years or so
Never hears a word
When the preacher speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbors
That's what you think
Readin' the good book
Singin' the hymns
Come Monday mornin' it's back to a life of sin

This little song
Bears good advice
Though some may think that it ain't too nice
If you're one
Who's wearing the shoes
There's somebody out there that ain't nobody's fool

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbors
That's what you think
Readin' the good book
Singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning it's back to a life of sin