[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].
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