Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seven Sundays, artist - Clay Walker. Album song She Won't Be Lonely Long, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
Seven Sundays |
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 is come back home |
When I bow my head and taken 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 laid 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 |