My father was a preacher my mother was a teacher
all I could remember from Sunday School
was the girl of my childhood crush
Momma was praying for the class
My eyes laid on her
She would look up and smile
Sorry lord
have mercy on my soul
Mm lord how mercy
On my soul
In the school yard
She dress like a tomboy
All the other boys were
Scared of her
Called her names
On the basketball court
Made sure I made my
Free throws so i could be
A team captain
Mmm
I always chose her
We all did not go to the same church
Nobody seen her in her
Sunday best but me
Mmm
Lord have mercy on my soul
on Sundays she wore her Sunday best
Usually in a flowery dress
With her hair flowing
Not in a messy bun
Every elegant dress she wore
match her dirty blonde hair
mhm
her eyes were brighter then
The sun beams rays glowing from
The ocean, big and blue
Stare to long you get hypnotized
made me feel like
i was standing in front of an angel
mhm
lord have mercy on my soul
My father was a preacher
my mother was a teacher
all I could remember from Sunday School
Was my childhood crush
at prayer time i pray with my eyes open
starring right at her
As we look up and smiled at each other
lord have mercy on my soul
for my eyes and ears only gave attention
To her
Momma always asked what taught bout
In class
Momma you expect me to pay attention
When an angel sitting in front of me
Lord how mercy on my soul
she sing in the choir
she had the voice of an angel
any given day
she could change a sinners heart
in school she was not the girl
all the guys had crushes on
Ask her out on formal dance
She said yes
Here we are friends still to this day
We laugh bout it
Of course she always
Starts the conversation
With remember when you
Yeah yeah I remember
Whoo
Lord have mercy on my soul
Ooo
Lord have mercy on my soul
