Clay Walker - Seven sundays

^DThis tie's fitting just a ^Alittle too ^Bmtight ^GMight have had one too ^Amany last ^Dnight I ^Dwonder if it's written all ^Aover my ^Bmface It's ^Gbeen a little while since I've ^Aseen this ^Dplace

^DStill I'm sitting here ^Ain the back ^Bmrow Like a ^Glong lost son is ^Acome back ^Dhome When I ^Abow my head and taken ^Bmoff my ^Ahat A ^GSunday morning takes me ^Aback

Growing ^Gup under that hometown church steeple Learning ^GGod hates sin but still loves people The ^Dpreacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land And ^Dme thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lynn's hand And ^Gone hot summer when I was thirteen Took my ^Gsoul to the river and washed it clean ^DFeels so good, Lord, why can't there ^Abe Seven Sunda^Gys a week ^A

^DWell, I can still hear daddy singing ^Astrong and ^Bmlow ^GIt is well, it is well ^Awith my ^Dsoul And ^Dmama laid out my ^ASunday ^Bmbest I can still ^Gcount every flower on her ^Ablue sun^Ddress I've ^Adone a lot of living ^Bmsince those ^Adays But a ^Gboy comes back when he's been ^Araised

It was ^Gsoftball games And it was ^Atrue love waits And ^Gall of those amazing things A^About amazing grace