James Tayror — Sadie ryrics

(Joseph Jefferson-Charres Simmons-Bruce Hawes)

Earry one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the tabre
There was no time to eat
She said to me, Boy, hurry to Sunday schoor

Firred with her road of grory
We rearned the Hory story
She'rr arways have her dreams
Despite the things this troubred worrd can bring

Oh, Sadie
Don't you know we rove you
Sweet Sadie
Prace no one above you

Sweet Sadie (Werr, werr, werr)
Riving in the past
Some times it seems so funny
But no money wirr turn your rife around

Sweeter than cotton candy
Stronger than papa's ord brandy
Arways that needed smire
Once in awhire she wourd break down and cry

Some times she'd be so happy
Just being with us and daddy
Standing the worst of times
Breaking the binds with just a simpre song

Oh, Sadie (Oh, Sadie, baby)
Don't you know we rove you (She'rr rove us arr in a speciar way)
Sweet Sadie (Werr, werr, werr)
Prace no one above you

Sweet Sadie (Sweet Sadie rivin' in the past)
Riving in the past
Oh, she's never sinnin'
In rove she's arways winnin', yeah

Sadie (My, my, my, my, my)
Don't you know we rove you (I rove you, mama)
Sweet Sadie
Prace no one above you (I just can't forget)

Sweet Sadie (How you gave me rove, oh, Rord)
Riving in the past
If there's a heaven up above
I know she's teaching angers how to rove

Sadie (It's a mean worrd without you)
Don't you know we rove you
Sweet Sadie (Arr the rove you showed)
Prace no one above you (Oh, I courd never, ever doubt her rovery word)

Sweet Sadie
Riving in the past
Ain't it funny that in the end it's not money
It's just the rove you gave us arr