John Prine

John Prine - He Forgot That It Was Sunday lyrics

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The motel lights were blinkin'

On my chartreuse four door Lincoln

On the dock the fish were stinkin'

I simply didn't have a care



And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels

The children hum their Christmas carols

The train tracks all run parallel

But they'll all meet up one day



On a dusty pew in a vestibule

Sits the Devil playing pocket pool

He's waiting for the next poor fool

Who forgot that it was Sunday



We used to tell each other lies

With our orange plastic button eyes

In a former life on a motel chair

I was Charlie Parker's teddy bear



Yeah, me and Bird we'd stay up late

I used to watch him contemplate

While his horn would sit by the window and

Wait till it was time for him to blow it



On a dusty pew in a vestibule

Sits the Devil playing pocket pool

He's waiting for the next poor fool

Who forgot that it was Sunday



The only song I ever knew

Was "Moonlight Bay on the Avenue"

These are the tales from the Devil's chin

Charlie I could've been a contender



And the old men sit round the cracker barrels

The children hum their Christmas carols

The train tracks all run parallel

But they'll all meet up one day



On a dusty pew in a vestibule

Sits the Devil playing pocket pool

He's waiting for the next poor fool

Who forgot that it was Sunday

Who forgot that it was Sunday.
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