Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randy Travis
Lead Vocals
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Gibson
Acoustic Guitar
Casey Wood
Tambourine
Christina Ketterling
Background Vocals
Cindy Walker
Background Vocals
Dan Seals
Background Vocals
Dennis Linde
Background Vocals
The Cherry Sisters
Background Vocals
Vicki Hampton
Background Vocals
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
David Hungate
Bass Guitar
Carl Gorodetzky
Conductor
Paul Leim
Drums
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Steve Nathan
Hammond Organ
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
Gordon Mote
Piano
The Nashville String Machine
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Kinney
Songwriter
Brent Baxter
Songwriter
Carl Gorodetzky
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Casey Wood
Recording Engineer
Jason Lehning
Additional Engineer
Andrew Click
Assistant Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Michael Chavez
Assistant Engineer
Sangwook Nam
Assistant Engineer
Kyle Lehning
Producer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
Texty
Verse
Sunday morning was a fight
I was running from a clip on tie
It took Daddy's belt
To get me in my Sunday best
Verse
Lord supper would go on past
Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starving to death
Cos i didn't know Jesus yet
Pre-chorus?
But I was saved by a month old Twinkie
In my courderoy coat
With every head bowed every eye closed
Chorus 1
Amazing grace don't make a sound
Oh, Mama's gonna wear that back side out
While shoutin' halelujah
If you raised your hand or came on down
To repent of your sins
There'd be a little kiss there to hole right through ya
But I wasn't no angel
So I wasn't gonna throw no stones
With every head bowed every eye closed
Pass the plate and alter calls
Every verse of I Surrender All
Squirmin' in my seat
Tummy growlin' like a grizzly bear
Hit the door as the service closed
Hopped in the car burned up the road
To the KFC Cos I's gonna beat the Catholics there
Pre-chorus 2
While they were still confessin'
We were blessin' our mashed potatoes
With every head bowed every eye closed
Chorus 2
While daddy says grace put that fork back down
Or Mama's gonna wear that back side out
While shoutin' Halelujah
I could have sworn I lost 15 pounds
To lust for finger lickin' greasy fried chicken
Burns a hole right through ya
While Daddy's still prayin'
Everybody's food has done got cold
With every head bowed, every eye closed
Well, God never struck me down
Guess he thought it was a pretty good show
With every head bowed and every eye closed
Every head bowed, every eye closed
Tag (spoken)
Mmmm. good chicken
Will you pass them taters
Written by: Brandon Kinney, Brent Baxter

