Craig Morgan - What i love about sundays

Ray^Fmonds in his sunday best, He's usually up to his chest, In oil a^Cnd grease, The^Fres the martin's walkin it,

who brok^Ce a window last week, ^DmSweet miss betty likes to sing of ^Dmkey, in t^Dmhe pew beh^C/Eind me, ^{F G}

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

i stroll to the end of the d^Frive pick-up the sunday times grab a coffe^Ce cup well it ^Flooks like sally and ron

well its abo^Cut time ^Dmthirty-five cents of of ground^Dm round, ^Dmbaby punch tha^C/Et coupon out, ^F

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

new believers getting baptiz^Ced mommas hands raised up high,^Dm then a hallauja good^Dm time smille on everybodys^G face C-Dm-Dm-G-C Thats What i love about Sundays, aaaah yeah C-Dm-Dm-C/E-F-F-G-C Thats What i love about Sundays, aaaah yeah