Sunday Mornin’ Kind Of Town Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D]

[Verse 1]
[D]Old Man Johnson's comin',
got a sack of somethin'
Everybody knows he grows
the best tomatoes around
[G]In our Sunday mornin' kinda [D]town
There goes Ronnie
on his old four -tractor
Fogging up the road
and waving everyone [G]around
In our Sunday morning kind of [D]town
Where the church bells ring
and time moves slow
It's hard to find [G]a face you don't know
It's [A]cover dish on Wednesday
And [G]football on Friday [D]night
Old preacher Bill, he makes his rounds
Folks lift [G]you up when you fall down
I thank the [A]Lord I was born
In a [G]Sunday mornin' kind [D]of town
Had a little fuss last night
down at the town hall meeting
State came [Bm]in and tr[D]ied to take
the Pledge of Allegiance [G]out
Not in a Sunday mornin' kind of [D]town
Where the church bells ring
and time moves slow
It's hard to [G]find the things
you don't know
It's [A]cover dish on Wednesday
and [G]football on Friday [D]night
Old preacher Bill, he makes it round
Folks lift you [G]up when you fall down
I thank the [A]Lord I was born
In [G]a Sunday morning kind
of [D]town[G][A][G][D]
That old river started rising,
caught us by surprise
And word got out
and people came from miles [G]around
From their Sunday morning kind of [D]town
Where the church bells ring
and time moves slow
It's hard to find [G]the things
you don't know
It's [A]cover dish on Wednesday
And [G]football on Friday [D]night
Old [G]preacher [D]Bill, he makes it round
Folks lift you [G]up when you fall down
I thank the [A]Lord I was born
In a [G]Sunday morn[D]ing [G]kind of [D]town
I thank the [A]Lord I was born
[G]In a Sunday morning kind of [D]town