Seven Sundays-Clay Walker

[00:03.31]. [00:04.43] [00:12.88]This tie's fitting just a little too tight [00:18.75]Might have had one too many last night [00:24.38]I wonder if it's written all over my face [00:30.25]It's been a little while since I've seen this place [00:34.95]. [00:36.13]Still I'm sitting here in the back row [00:41.76]Like a long lost son has come back home [00:48.07]When I bow my head and take off my hat [00:53.82]A Sunday morning takes me back [00:58.63]. [00:59.45]Growing up under that hometown church steeple [01:02.70]Learning God hates sin but still loves people [01:06.38]The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land [01:10.01]And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand [01:13.13]And one hot summer when I was thirteen [01:16.50]Took my soul to the river and washed it clean [01:20.26]Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be [01:25.38]Seven Sundays a week? [01:28.94]. [01:32.82] [01:33.44]Well, I can still hear daddy singing strong and low [01:39.57]It is well, it is well with my soul [01:45.88]And mama layin' up the Sunday best [01:50.88]I can still count every flower on her blue sun dress [01:57.82]. [01:58.51]I've done a lot of living since those days [02:03.07]But a boy comes back when he's been raised [02:07.38]. [02:09.51]Growing up under that hometown church steeple [02:12.40]Learning God hates sin but still loves people [02:16.03]The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land [02:20.47]And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand [02:23.15]And one hot summer when I was thirteen [02:25.84]Took my soul to the river and washed it clean [02:29.65]Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be [02:34.90]Seven Sundays a week? [02:39.03]. [02:39.52]It was soft ball games [02:42.72]And it was true love waits [02:46.78]And all of those amazing things [02:49.60]About amazing grace [02:51.84]. [02:53.11]Growing up under that hometown church steeple [02:56.10]Learning God hates sin but still loves people [03:00.54]The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land [03:03.48]And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand [03:06.48]And one hot summer when I was thirteen [03:09.66]Took my soul to the river and washed it clean [03:13.23]It feels so good, Lord, why can't there be [03:18.48]Seven Sundays a week? [03:21.86]. [03:25.17]Seven Sundays a week [03:29.04]. [03:29.60]