On Saturday and Sunday Video (MV)

I help sell beer on Saturday night but I'm not behind the bar
I'm back here in the corner me and my guitar
Tonight I sing the blues tomorrow I'll play hymns
To anyone who needs a place to be or just comes stumbling in

The barman he says "One last call" as I put away my things
There's one old guy still standing lost in thoughts or dreams
He smiles and says "You sang my song, the one that makes me smile
That's why I come to this old place I can be myself awhile

On Saturday and Sunday, I sing and play guitar
They're sitting in the pews or standing at the bar
Don't matter how you got here from where ever that you came
From where I sit we're pretty much the same
We're all the same

Congregation's standing, as I play Amazing Grace
Still thinking 'bout that man last night, I see his weary face
If he walked into this church right now, would we still call him "Brother"
Or does Saturday go in one box Sunday in another

On Saturday and Sunday, I sing and play guitar
They're sitting in the pews or standing at the bar
Don't matter how you got here from where ever that you came
From where I sit we're pretty much the same
We're all the same

Jesus walked with the least of these
The drunkards, thieves and whores
Loving them for who they were
Then loving them some more
I'll share that grace and take my place
And sing a song or two
We're all looking for salvation a
And a shot of fellowship too

On Saturday and Sunday, I sing and play guitar
They're sitting in the pews or standing at the bar
Don't matter how you got here from where ever that you came
From where I sit we're pretty much the same
We're all the same