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River City Sunday

Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Jim Mayer

Ring a ling go the steeple bells
Mother Mary sends the mail
Preacher opens up the letter
Reads the words of joy to the weary eyed
Grandpa snores and baby cries
Small town sinners dream of paradise

Shining the wheels for a Sunday drive
Watch the days and years roll by
Floating away down the Mississippi River

Chorus
Hangin’ out, hangin’ out
On a river city Sunday again
Hangin’ out, hangin’ out
On a river city Sunday again

Bobby fixes Cadillacs
Make it to the corner but they don’t come back
Spark and bang it’s the 4th of July
Take me to the park for some peace of mind
The clock is ticking out of time
Dimaggio’s diamond sparkles in the sun

Holding my sweet midwestern girl
Took my heart around the world
But my big city dreams
Drownin’ in a small town stream

Chorus
Hangin’ out, hangin’ out
On a river city Sunday again
Hangin’ out, hangin’ out
On a river city Sunday again

Catch a train to New York City
Shiny apple looks so pretty
The traffic never stops
And you can’t trust the cops
To the land of neon stars
Pretty faces in a jar
It’s cold but I don’t shiver
Someone sold stole the my river

Got to get out got to get back
Got to get out got to get back

Chorus
Hangin’ out, hangin’ out
On a river city Sunday again
Hangin’ out, hangin’ out
On a river city Sunday again