Outlaw on Saturday, Saint by Sunday

Lyrics: Outlaw on Saturday, Saint by Sunday

Performed by Debbie Harper and the Prairie Songbirds

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[Verse 1]
She’s a wild Texas woman with a heart of gold,
Got a little bit of grit and a lot of soul.
She’s lookin’ for a man who can ride like the wind,
But knows how to kneel when the prayers begin.
On a Saturday night, she wants him bold and free,
Raisin’ hell, dancin’ out at the Big Oak Tree.
But come Sunday morning when the church bells ring,
He better be sittin’ there, ready to sing.
With his boots shined up and his head held high,
He better be sittin’ there wearin’ a tie.

[Pre-Chorus]
She don’t mind a little trouble on the town,
Long as he’s there when the Lord comes ‘round.
Whiskey on his breath, but faith in his heart,
That’s the kind of man who’ll play his part.

[Chorus]
She wants an outlaw for the Saturday ride,
A good time maker, with the devil inside.
But when the sun comes up, and the rooster crows,
She needs a man who knows where his soul goes.
Boots on the dance floor, and a hat pulled low,
But in the church pew, where his faith will show.
Outlaw on Saturday, saint by Sunday,
That’s the only way she’ll have it her way.

[Verse 2]
He can light up the night with a wink and a grin,
Kickin’ dust up at the honky-tonk, drinkin’ sin.
But she’s not the kind to chase a man who strays,
She needs someone steady in both their ways.
When the party’s over, and the stars fade to grey,
He’s gotta bow his head and know how to pray.
She’ll love him wild, but she’ll love him more,
When his knees hit the ground on that church floor.

[Pre-Chorus]
She’ll forgive the mischief, the whiskey, the smoke,
If he’s humble enough to walk Heaven’s road.
She don’t ask for perfection, just a soul that’s true,
A man for the night, and the morning too.

[Chorus]
She wants an outlaw for the Saturday ride,
A good time maker, with the devil inside.
But when the sun comes up, and the rooster crows,
She needs a man who knows where his soul goes.
Boots on the dance floor, and a hat pulled low,
But in the church pew, where his faith will show.
Outlaw on Saturday, saint by Sunday,
That’s the only way she’ll have it her way.

[Bridge]
He’s gotta raise some hell, but know when to kneel,
Live for the rush, but keep it real.
A Texas woman knows what she needs,
A man who rides hard, but knows how to lead.

[Chorus]
She wants an outlaw for the Saturday ride,
A good time maker, with the devil inside.
But when the sun comes up, and the rooster crows,
She needs a man who knows where his soul goes.
Boots on the dance floor, and a hat pulled low,
But in the church pew, where his faith will show.
Outlaw on Saturday, saint by Sunday,
That’s the only way she’ll have it her way.

[Outro]
Yeah, outlaw on Saturday, saint by Sunday,
That’s the kind of man who’ll win her someday.

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Outlaw Saturday Night –Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger