Seven Sundays Acordes

	   
 

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