This tie's fitting just a little too tight Might have had one too many last night I wonder if it's written all over my face It's been a little while since I've seen this place . Still I'm sitting here in the back row Like a long lost son has come back home When I bow my head and take off my hat A Sunday morning takes me back . Growing up under that hometown church steeple Learning God hates sin but still loves people The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand And one hot summer when I was thirteen Took my soul to the river and washed it clean Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be Seven Sundays a week? .
Well, I can still hear daddy singing strong and low It is well, it is well with my soul And mama layin' up the Sunday best I can still count every flower on her blue sun dress . I've done a lot of living since those days But a boy comes back when he's been raised . Growing up under that hometown church steeple Learning God hates sin but still loves people The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand And one hot summer when I was thirteen Took my soul to the river and washed it clean Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be Seven Sundays a week? . It was soft ball games And it was true love waits And all of those amazing things About amazing grace . Growing up under that hometown church steeple Learning God hates sin but still loves people The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand And one hot summer when I was thirteen Took my soul to the river and washed it clean It feels so good, Lord, why can't there be Seven Sundays a week? . Seven Sundays a week .
[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]
