Sunday In The South accords

G
Millworker houses lined up in a row
        Csus2
Another southern Sunday's morning glow
G
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
        Csus2
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
        Csus2
Another sacred Sunday in the South

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 can almost hear my papa say

Won't you hold still son, stop squirmin' around

Another southern Sunday's comin' 'round

Csus2    D     Csus2      Em  D

I can almost hear the old folks say

G
You'll make it big one day and leave this town
              Csus2
It's another lazy Sunday, back around

G      G     Csus2     Csus2

      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
        Csus2 strum once
And the night is filled
                    Csus2 strum once
with the sound of a whippoorwill
C2 slow strum
On a Sunday in the south, alright

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 Sundays in the south)

Another sacred Sunday (I can hear my 
momma callin' in the south, alright)

Just another Sunday (ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh)