Seven Sundays ukulele

Seven Sundays

• D

Capo 2

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


Chorus:
        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 

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