Lyrics Nina Simone

Nina Simone

Sunday in Savannah

One more Sunday in Savannah

Hear the whole creation shoutin', "Praise the lord"

See them flinging out the banner

While the congregation says, "Amen"

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 merrily 'bout the golden rule

Horse sense preaching all the day

They all hollar in the righteous way

It's time to call on my Hannah

While she sits there wishing for her last reward, ain't you seen her?

One more Sunday in Savannah

Don't you dare go fishin' son, amen

Young folk 'tendin' Sunday School

They sing merrily 'bout the golden rule

Horse sense preaching all the day

They all hollar in the righteous way

Its time for me to call on my 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 state, same feeling

Don't you dare go fishin' son

Amen