Sunday In The South

(início)

G
Millworker houses lined up in a row
        C2
Another southern Sunday's morning glow
G
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
       C2
Shakin hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
           C
While the quiet prayer
             D
The smell of dinner on the ground
             C
Fills up the mornin air
             Em      D
ain't nothin sweeter around
D (slow strum)
I can almost hear my momma pray
G
Oh Lord forgive us, when we doubt
        C2
another sacred Sunday in the South
Verse 2
continue with same chords as Verse 1
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
poppin in the wind like an angry cannon ball
Now the coals of history are cold and still
but they still smell the powder burning and they probably always will
and on the old town square under the barber shop pole
they set me up in the chair
when I was 4-years old
I cannot almost hear my papa say
Chorus 2
want you hold still son stop squirmin around
another southern Sunday's comin' 'round
break
C2   | D   |  C2   |   Em  D
I can almost hear the old folks say
G
you'll make it big one day and leave this town
              C2
it's another lazy Sunday, back around
G    |  G   |  C2   |  C2
      G strum and hold
I can feel the evenin' sun go down
            C2 strum and hold
and all the lights in the houses one by one go out
G
softly in the distance nothin' stirs about
        C2 strum once
and the night is filled
                    C2 strum once
with the sound of a whipperwhill
C2 slow strum
on a sunday in the south allright
repeat intro until end
just another Sunday (just another Sunday in the south)
Oh, another sacred Sunday in the south
just another sunday (how I miss those old sweet Sunday's in the south)
another sacred Sunday (I can hear my momma callin' in the south, allright)
just another Sunday (ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

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