Seven Sundays

D                         A      
This tie's fitting just a little 
    Bm
too tight
G                      A         
Might have had one too many last 
D
night
  D                          A    
I wonder if it's written all over 
   Bm
my face
     G                             
It's been a little while since I've
 A         D
 seen this place

D                      A          
Still I'm sitting here in the back
 Bm
 row
       G                A         
Like a long lost son is come back 
D
home
       A                     Bm   
When I bow my head and taken off 
  A
my hat
  G                       A
A Sunday morning takes me back


Chorus:
        G
Growing up under that hometown 
church steeple
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         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                                 
Feels so good, Lord, why can't 
   A
there be
           G          A
Seven Sundays a week


D                                 
Well, I can still hear daddy 
   A          Bm
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                    
I can still count every flower on 
     A       D
her blue sundress
     A                    Bm  
I've done a lot of living since 
        A
those days
      G                            
But a boy comes back when he's been
 A
 raised


Chorus

       G
It was softball games
           A
And it was true love waits
    G
And all of those amazing things
 A
About amazing grace