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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randy Travis
Randy Travis
Lead Vocals
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson
Acoustic Guitar
Casey Wood
Casey Wood
Tambourine
Christina Ketterling
Christina Ketterling
Background Vocals
Cindy Walker
Cindy Walker
Background Vocals
Dan Seals
Dan Seals
Background Vocals
Dennis Linde
Dennis Linde
Background Vocals
The Cherry Sisters
The Cherry Sisters
Background Vocals
Vicki Hampton
Vicki Hampton
Background Vocals
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
David Hungate
David Hungate
Bass Guitar
Carl Gorodetzky
Carl Gorodetzky
Conductor
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Drums
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Hammond Organ
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
The Nashville String Machine
The Nashville String Machine
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Kinney
Brandon Kinney
Songwriter
Brent Baxter
Brent Baxter
Songwriter
Carl Gorodetzky
Carl Gorodetzky
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Casey Wood
Casey Wood
Recording Engineer
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Additional Engineer
Andrew Click
Andrew Click
Assistant Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Michael Chavez
Michael Chavez
Assistant Engineer
Sangwook Nam
Sangwook Nam
Assistant Engineer
Kyle Lehning
Kyle Lehning
Producer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Hank Williams
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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