Billy was a fightin', drinkin' man
the Devil never had a better friend
Mary Johnson was an angel, bless her heart
We all cried when she fell for Billy Sparks
She found a man that no one knew was there
All it took was two wings and a prayer
Mary Johnson is a saint heaven knows
She's proved it seven Sundays in a row
Seven Sundays in a row he's been in church
Alittle hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt
There's a battle raging in his troubled soul
But God's won seven Sundays in a row
Sometimes we all stumble and we fall
There's a little Billy Sparks inside us all
But as long as we believe there's always hope
For more than seven Sundays in a row
Chorus
There's a battle raging in his troubled soul
But God's won seven Sundays in a row
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Lyrics submitted by Samdaman.