Seven Sundays Clay Walker
By Clay Walker
8/29/2010
Capo 2
[D]This tie's fitting just a [A]little too [Bm]tight
[G]Might have had one too [A]many last [D]night
I [D]wonder if it's written all [A]over my [Bm]face
It's [G]been a little while since I've [A]seen this [D]place
[D]Still I'm sitting here [A]in the back [Bm]row
Like a [G]long lost son is [A]come back [D]home
When I [A]bow my head and taken [Bm]off my [A]hat
A [G]Sunday morning takes me [A]back
Chorus:
Growing [G]up under that hometown church steeple
Learning [G]God hates sin but still loves people
The [D]preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land
And [D]me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lynn's hand
And [G]one hot summer when I was thirteen
Took my [G]soul to the river and washed it clean
[D]Feels so good, Lord, why can't there [A]be
Seven Sunda[G]ys a week[A]
[D]Well, I can still hear daddy singing [A]strong and [Bm]low
[G]It is well, it is well [A]with my [D]soul
And [D]mama laid out my [A]Sunday [Bm]best
I can still [G]count every flower on her [A]blue sun[D]dress
I've [A]done a lot of living [Bm]since those [A]days
But a [G]boy comes back when he's been [A]raised
Chorus
It was [G]softball games
And it was [A]true love waits
And [G]all of those amazing things
A[A]bout amazing grace
Chorus
Seven Sundays a week
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