Rhonda Vincent - Blue sky cathedral

^GMy granddaddy never ^G7went to church, he felt ^Ccloser to God with his ^Ghands in the ^G/Bdirt Doin' ^Chard work with the ^Bmsun on his face, ^Amsweat on his brow and the ^Dwind in his hair He'd ^Csay a prayer ^Danywhere

He'd be ^Gstandin' in the mittle of ^G7fresh moon field, the ^Cspirit with movin' and ^Ghe just ^G/Bkneel And start ^Cgivin' things, for ^BmGod's green earth and when he ^Amcame to church ^Dhe'd prefer his

^GBlue sky ^G/F#cathe- ^Em-dral ^Dwith its ^Cwhite pied ^Bmstip- ^Am-ple ^{D G}Sunrise for its ^G7/Fstained glass windows, ^Csingin' along with that ^F7/Ebsongbird hymnal Made his soul ^Cfly ^Bmlike an e- ^Am-go ^Dunder that ^Gblue sky ^G7/Fcathe- ^C-dral ^D

^GEvery now and then some ^G7folks from town, ^Cthey dropped in and tried to ^Gbring 'em round ^G/B Until the ^Cfoe but ^Bmhe just smile, ^Amfix them some tea and let 'em ^Dtalk a while ^Bm And ^Cthen maybe he's ^Dsay to me

^GGirl, some people gotta ^G7have for walls to ^Ckeep to word to hear ^Gthe call ^G/B And ^Cthat's okay and ^Bmas for me, ^AmI do better ^Dunderneath my

^GBlue sky ^G/F#cathe- ^Em-dral ^Dwith its ^Cwhite pied ^Bmstip- ^Am-ple ^{D G}Sunrise for its ^G7/Fstained glass window, ^Csingin' along with that ^F7/Ebsongbird hymnal Made my soul ^Cfly ^Bmlike an ^Amego ^Dunder my ^Gblue sky ^G7/Fcathe- ^C-dral ^{D F}It's been years since we've been gone, we ^C/Eburied in upon the hill But ^Ebit don't matter where I am, I ^Dfeel you with still, --- under my

^GBlue sky ^G/F#ca- t^Emhedral w^Dith its w^Chite pied s^Bmtip- p^Amle ^{D G}Sunrise for its ^G7/Fstained glass window, ^Csingin' along with that ^F7/Ebsongbirds hymnal Makes my soul ^Cfly like ^Bman e- ^Am-go ^Dunder my ^Gblue sky ^G7/Fcathe- ^C-dral ^D