Lyrics

The streets are quiet in old downtown The heat of the night is settling down Put up the chair, sweep the floors and Saturday night meets Sunday morning Somebody's drinking morning coffee Somebody's sipping straight Jim Beam and The only time when they're both pouring Saturday night meets Sunday morning Just look around, see it now God bless this American town Fire and ice, go to war when Saturday night meets Sunday morning Alarm's clock buzzing in a pin house suite While there's a man sleeping down on the street A hooker and a priest, together on the corner Saturday night meets Sunday morning Right before the sun comes up Some go to church, some are still drunk From bar guitar to gospel organs Saturday night meets Sunday morning Just look around, see it now God bless this American town Fire and ice, go to war when Saturday night meets Sunday morning A six string poet, it's who I am Addicted to being this rambling man There's not another time I love more when Saturday nights…meet Sunday morning Just look around, see it now God bless this American town Fire and ice, go to war when Saturday night meets Sunday morning Just look around, see it now God bless this American town Fire and ice, go to war when Saturday night meets Sunday morning