(Floyd Wilson)

(Good morning neighbor this gloomy day
Let's go to church I'm on my way
Gonna lose my sorrow and every care
Good morning neighbor, I'll see you there.)

Now all I've got to wear in this old blue surge suit
And boy it looks like a real hand me down
But when I get my Bible under my arm and I head down the road
Why I feel like I'm the Mayor of the town.

(Good morning neighbor ain't it a pretty day
Let's go to church I'm on my way
Gonna lose my sorrow and every care
Good morning neighbor, I'll see you there.)

You see this old wrinkled hat why I keep it hangin' on a nail
It's about the funniest looking hat that I've ever seen
But when I get my Bible under my arm and I head down the road
Why I feel just like a new crowned King.

(Good morning neighbor ain't it a pretty day
Let's go to church I'm on my way
Gonna lose my sorrow and every care
Good morning neighbor, I'll see you there.)

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Now I ain't got no money to give in Sunday school today
I've looked under the rug and everywhere
But when I get my Bible under my arm and I head down the road
Why I feel just like a millionaire.

(Good morning neighbor, ain't it a pretty day
Let's go to church, I'm on my way
Gonna lose my sorrow and every care
Good morning neighbor, well, I'll see you there...)