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Sunday Morning with Miss Etta James

Hey miss Etta

Your trauma,

can sing now.

Roaring like a punch in the chest

All the men you gave bliss

 

And our poor hearts were in your hand

When you sang

From LA to Riverside

I’m by your side

I be blind to let your soul cool

Ms Etta I’m blue

Like this Sunday morning

O’ lord, let it be true

At last let the man trust

in her, at last