Clay Walker – Seven Sundays (Guitar)

D                         A          Bm
This tie's fitting just a little too tight

G                      A         D
Might have had one too many last night

  D                          A       Bm 
I wonder if it's written all over my face

     G                              A         D 
It's been a little while since I've seen this place

D                      A           Bm
Still I'm sitting here in the back row

       G                A         D  
Like a long lost son is come back home

       A                     Bm     A
When I bow my head and taken off my hat

  G                       A
A Sunday morning takes me back

        G
Growing up under that hometown church steeple

         G
Learning God hates sin but still loves people

    D
The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land

    D
And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lynn's hand

    G
And one hot summer when I was thirteen

        G
Took my soul to the river and washed it clean

D                                    A
Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be

           G          A
Seven Sundays a week

D                                    A          Bm
Well, I can still hear daddy singing strong and low

G                      A       D 
It is well, it is well with my soul

    D                A      Bm  
And mama laid out my Sunday best

            G                         A       D 
I can still count every flower on her blue sundress

     A                    Bm          A
I've done a lot of living since those days

      G                             A
But a boy comes back when he's been raised

       G
It was softball games

           A 
And it was true love waits

    G
And all of those amazing things

 A 
About amazing grace