Top Songs By Randy Travis
Credits
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
Lyrics
Sunday mornin' was a fight
I was runnun' from a clip-on tie
It took Daddy's belt to get me into my Sunday best
Lord's Supper would go on past
Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starvin' to death 'cause I didn't know Jesus yet
But I was saved by a month-old Twinkle in my corduroy coat
When every head bowed, every eye closed
Amazing Grace don't make a sound
Or Momma's gonna wear that backside out while shoutin' hallelujah
If you raised your hand or came on down
To repent of your sins there'd be little kid starin' a hole right through ya
But I wasn't no angel so I wasn't gonna throw no stones
When every head bowed, every eye closed
Pass the plate and altar call
Every verse of "I Surrender All"
Squirming in my seat tummy growlin' like a grizzly bear
We'd hit the door when the service closed
Hopped in the car, burned up on the road
Straight to KFC 'cause we're gonna beat the Catholics there
While they're still confessing we were blessing our mashed potatoes
With every head bowed, every eye closed
While Daddy says grace put that fork back down
Or Momma's gonna wear that backside out while shoutin' hallelujah
I could have sworn I lost 15 pounds
Lust for finger-lickin' greasy fried children burns a hole right through ya
While Daddy's still prayin' everybody's dinner's 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, every eye closed
Writer(s): Brandon Kinney, Brent Baxter
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