Well, they put six strings on a maple stick, Stuck it on a slab of ash, Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick, Sent him out with Johnny Cash. Now, could
Long before fish every walked on land, time was turning rocks into sand. Rocks into stone, stone into sand, sand that slips through the hands of a man
On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin' They're ringin' for you and for me Let's all kneel down at the altar And pray that our souls might be free
Vertaling: Monroe, Bill. Ik zie je in Church Sunday Morning.
