Sunday In Savannah — Nina Simone

One more Sunday in Savannah hear the whole creation shoutin' Praise the Lord see them flinging out the banner while the congregation says amen

Young folk tendin' Sunday School they sing merrilly 'bout the golden rule horse sense preaching all the day they all hollar in the righteous way

It's time for me to call on Mother Hannah while she sits there wishing for her last reward one more Sunday in Savannah one more Sunday in Atlanta it's the same thing same feeling

Don't ya dare go fishin' son Amen