Tom Scullin - Sunday Morning's Breaking lyrics

Sunday mornings' breaking I recognize the clues Two hands won't stop shaking And a hearts' beating blues I may not be lonely But that ain't no front-page news It's another Sunday morning Broken hearted Beating blues Sundays never made much sense But always reappear That's plenty of time for innocence Fifty two a year God made a woman To fill a mans' soul with fear And wake him up on Sunday morning Spilling hearts and chasing beer Sunday always comes around Too early in the day Alarm clock must be over-wound It has so much to say Just like a woman She'll work you and then she'll play And wake you up on Sunday morning Payment please for Saturday But Saturdays' don't get me down They get me feeling light Guess I'll go and do the town Guess I'll do it right Man needs a woman To squeeze him and hold him tight Forget about that Sunday morning Saturday is here tonight Sunday mornings' breaking I recognize the clues Two hands won't stop shaking And a hearts' beating blues May not be lonely But that ain't no front-page news It's another Sunday morning Broken hearted Beating blues