Verse 1] Saturday night down by the river bend, Limb lines hanging where the moonlight ends. Cooler in the boat and a lantern burning bright, Talking ’bout the Lord and fishing through the night. Catfish pulling, old John’s laughing, Country radio low while the water keeps splashing. Ain’t much sleep when the fish are biting good, But Sunday morning’s coming like we knew it would. [Chorus] From Saturday night on the fishing line, To Sunday morning in a church pew on time, Hearing the Gospels, those words in red, Jesus’ words bringing life to the words we’re fed. Then back home where the table’s piled high, Fried chicken golden like the morning sky, Sweet tea sweating in a Mason jar, Thanking God for exactly where we are. [Verse 2] Sunday morning, button-down and boots, Bible in my hand and the truth taking root. Preacher reads the Gospel, everybody leans in, Those words in red remind us where we’ve been. From “love your neighbor” to “follow Me,” There’s a whole lot of grace in those pages we read. And when the final amen echoes through the door, We head for home hungry as a country boy oughta be. [Chorus] From Saturday night on the fishing line, To Sunday morning in a church pew on time, Hearing the Gospels, those words in red, Jesus’ words bringing life to the words we’re fed. Then back home where the table’s piled high, Fried chicken golden like the morning sky, Mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans on the side, Cornbread, biscuits, and a sweet tea ride. [Verse 3] Mama’s in the kitchen, apron tied tight, That good-looking woman making Sunday right. Chicken in the skillet, biscuits in the pan, Best kind of blessing that a hungry man can have. We gather around with our hands held tight, Kids at the table and the old folks smiling bright. Before we take a bite, we bow our heads, And give a little thanks for the life we’ve been blessed. [Bridge] Lord, thank You for this family, Thank You for the love, Thank You for the roof above us, And Your blessings from above. Thank You for this food, Lord, And the hands that made it good, For every single blessing That we sometimes take for granted like we shouldn’t. And Lord, one more thing before we eat— Thank You for the woman Sitting right here next to me. She’s beautiful as Sunday morning, And she cooks like Heaven’s got a recipe. [Final Chorus] From Saturday night on the fishing line, To Sunday morning in a church pew on time, From the words in red to the family table, God’s been good to us more than we’re able To count every blessing, every laugh, every prayer, Every hand around this table, every soul sitting there. Fried chicken, sweet tea, love running deep, Thank You, Lord, for the promises You keep. [Outro] Saturday night, we fish till dawn, Sunday morning, we sing His song. Then home for chicken and sweet tea, Thanking God for this family. And if Heaven’s got a Sunday meal like this, I hope that pretty woman’s cooking it. Amen
