Roberta Flack - Sunday and Sister Jones Lyrics
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Sunday and Sister Jones
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What Are The Lyrics For Sunday and Sister Jones By Roberta Flack?
It was early Sunday evening just before the death of day.
All the family friends were grievin' Rev. Jones just pa*sed away. Sister Jones had seen it comin'. She was familiar with the signs. Late one night I heard her humming while strollin' through the Georgia pines. She said "Lord if you take him away, I don't want to live!" It was early Sunday morning Just before the birth of day I can hear the rooster crowing Sister Jones knelt down and prayed: "Lord, he's slippin' through my fingers. Is death the master of us all? Lord, I'm humble here before you Just grant this life and don't let him fall." She said "Lord if you take him away I don't want to live another day." Later on that Sunday evening just before the midnight dawn Sister Jones was heavy breathin' I still hear her mournin' song Life was cryin' from her body like water from a dryin' well Well I heard her whisper "Thank you, Jesus," just before the midnight bell Sister Jones was taken away, she didn't live, Sister Jones was taken away she did not live another day. Sister Jones was taken away she didn't live, Sister Jones was taken away she didn't live another day. |
Who Wrote Sunday and Sister Jones By Roberta Flack?
Eugene B. Mcdaniels
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What's The Duration Of The Sunday and Sister Jones By Roberta Flack?The duration of Sunday and Sister Jones is 4:48 minutes and seconds. |
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