Confederate Railroad - Sunday Morning & Saturday Night lyrics

Born to a family that taught me wrong from right I learned to fear God at an early age and to say my prayers at night But as I got a little older I started to stray Took some turns off of the straight and narrow way Had to learn about another side of life I held some women and held that bottle tight But I've never forgotten the way I was raised I'm torn between the things I believe and the things I crave There's a roadside bar room where I love to play On my way home there's a little church where I kneel to pray And it's such a fine line between wrong and right Sunday mornin' and Saturday night I guess, I'll wonder 'til the day I die If I'm a saint or a sinner down deep inside When it's over and they lay me down Will my soul be heaven sent or hell bound? There's a roadside bar room where I love to play On my way home there's a little church where I kneel to pray And it's such a fine line between wrong and right Sunday mornin' and Saturday night It's such a fine line between wrong and right Sunday mornin' and Saturday night