Lyrics:

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

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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

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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

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It was softball games
And it was true love waits
And all of those amazing things
About amazing grace

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