Correction Lyrics Sundays In The South by Elvie Shane

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Well, it sounds like
NASCAR on WBKR on some old busted car radio
Like them Yoo-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 gracе, how sweet the sound
Of Sundays in the south

Well, it sounds likе 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'

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