Sundays In the South

Well, it sounds like NASCAR on WBKR on some old busted car radio Like them woo-hoo bottles clangin' in the floorboards Every time we hit the same pothole Like that train whistle L&N, creepin' up on five 'til ten Church bell ringin' means we're gonna be late again Ear to the door, make sure they ain't prayin' Head up to the front, back pew's already taken And we were singin' I'll fly away, old Glory, and I'd fly away My salvation and my foundation is in them yesterdays Yeah, I can hear it crystal clear, oh, it's still ringin' loud Amazing grace, how sweet the sound Of Sundays in the south Well, it sounds like gravel slingin' up Poppin' underneath the truck On our way up to grandpa's house Like the roarin' of the creek Where me and brother'd sneak drink Daddy's missin' Bud Lights down Like granny in the kitchen fryin' up the chicken Cousin in the backyard gettin' a good whippin' Man, how I wish I was back there now Passin' this guitar around, singin' I'll fly away, old Glory, and I'd fly away My salvation and my foundation is in them yesterdays Yeah, I can hear it crystal clear, oh, it's still ringin' loud Amazing grace, how sweet the sound of Sundays in the south (come on) Amazing grace, how sweet the sounds That made a redneck like me, yeah, singin' I'll fly away, old Glory, and I'd fly away My salvation and my foundation is in them yesterdays Yeah, I can hear it crystal clear, oh, it's still ringin' loud Amazing grace, how sweet the sound Of Sundays in the south I said Amazing grace, how sweet the sound Of Sundays in the south