http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIEjQWizSfk

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MCA Recording Artist and Bob Dylan's Touring and Recording Guitarist!  This Man Is 
The Real Deal!!!


Love This Song!


Intro Chords:
Bm7 D G D(Repeat)

Bm7                 D
Grandma slicked my hair down
    G            D
I synched up my belt
Bm7          D
I can still remember
          G         D
How that polyester felt
Bm7             D
Townsfolk all a tremble
     G                D
They know what labors for
       Bm7                 D
As the preacher takes the pulpit
        G               D
And the ushers shut the door


(Instrumental Break-Intro Chords)


Bm7             D
Came into this crazy world
      G       D
Around 19 and 68
Bm7             D
Fathered by a crazy kid
     G               D
With nothing on his plate
Bm7             D
Daddy got in trouble
     G               D
Yeah Daddy did some time
       Bm7                 D
It was visiting day in the penitentiary 
    G                 D
Is where I learned to cry


Chorus 1:
               Bm7             
Yeah.  We were singing those hymns
         D
Over and over again
       G                                 D
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Bm7             
Never understood it all
      D
That well back then
       G                 D
But it probably saved my life 

               Bm7             
Yeah.  We were singing those hymns
         D
Over and over again
       G                                 D
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Bm7             
Never understood it all
      D
That well back then
       G                 D
But it probably saved my life 


    (Instrumental Break-Solo)

Chords: 
     Break: A Asus A Asus D
            A Asus A Asus D G
     Solo: Bm7 G D Bm7 G D


    (Back Into Intro Chords)

Bm7                     D
Summertime I lived with Grandma
        G                  D
Where I learned the golden rule
   Bm7           D
Or some southern variation 
       G              D
Called vacation bible school
Bm7             D
I never got in trouble 
           G            D
I was just lucky I suppose
     Bm7              D
I was never quite an angel
     G               D
Even in those Sunday clothes

Chorus 2:
               Bm7             
Yeah.  We were singing those hymns
         D
Over and over again
       G                                 D
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Bm7             
Never understood it all
      D
That well back then
       G                 D
But it probably saved my life 
               Bm7             
Yeah.  We were singing those hymns
         D
Over and over again
       G                                 D
Sunday morning, Sunday evening Wednesday nights
Bm7             
Never understood it all
      D
That well back then
       G                 D
But it probably saved my life 
   G                  D
It probably saved my life
   G                  D
It probably saved my life

Bm7 D G D (Repeat)