Craig Morgan - What i love about sundays

Ray^Cmonds in his sunday best, He's usually up to his chest, In oil a^Gnd grease, The^Cres the martin's walkin it,

who brok^Ge a window last week, ^BmSweet miss betty likes to sing of ^Emkey, in t^Amhe pew beh^G/Bind me, ^{C D}

Thats What i love about Sundays, ^G sing along as the choir sways, ^Em every verse of amazi^Amng grace, then we shake the preachers hand^D, go home to our blue jean^Gs, have some chicken and some baked beans, ^Em pick our back yard football tea^Amms, not do much of anything ^D thats what i love about sundays ^D

i stroll to the end of the d^Crive pick-up the sunday times grab a coffe^Ge cup well it ^Clooks like sally and ron

well its abo^Gut time ^Bmthirty-five cents of of ground^Em round, ^Ambaby punch tha^G/Bt coupon out, ^C

Thats What i love about Sundays,^G Cat nappin on the porch swing ^Em you curled up next to me ^Am the smell of jasmine wakes us up ^D take a walk down a dirt road ^G tackle box and a cane pole ^Em carve our names in that whit^Ame oak still-a kiss while the sun fades^D Thats What i love about Sundays, ^G

new believers getting baptiz^Ged mommas hands raised up high,^Em then a hallauja good^Am time smille on everybodys^D face G-Em-Am-D-G Thats What i love about Sundays, aaaah yeah G-Em-Am-G/B-C-C-D-G Thats What i love about Sundays, aaaah yeah