D A Bm
This tie's fitting just a little too tight
G A D
Might have had one too many last night
D A Bm
I wonder if it's written all over my face
G A D
It's been a little while since I've seen this place
D A Bm
Still I'm sitting here in the back row
G A D
Like a long lost son is come back home
A Bm A
When I bow my head and taken off my hat
G A
A Sunday morning takes me back
G
Growing up under that hometown church steeple
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 A
Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be
G A
Seven Sundays a week
D A Bm
Well, I can still hear daddy 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 A D
I can still count every flower on her blue sundress
A Bm A
I've done a lot of living since those days
G A
But a boy comes back when he's been 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
Chorus
Seven Sundays a week