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Riley Clemmons
Every F Sunday morning C since I was a Dm kid G
And C for some reason I G couldn’t help
Thinking Am ‘bout the tales that Em bench could tell
Of F people who C sat here just like Dm this G
The best of F saints, the worst of C sinners And every Am bit of in betG ween
We all Dm come for different C reasons But Lord F knows we all need Am Jesus
And He’s F always saving C room for me and Dm you right F here G ...in this C church pew
Doesn’t F matter why we’re C walking through that Dm door G
Those eC choes of aG mazing grace Am keep on ringing Em through this place
And F leave us different C than we were beDm fore G
The best of F saints, the worst of C sinners And every Am bit of in betG ween
We all Dm come for different C reasons But Lord F knows we all need Am Jesus
And He’s F always saving C room for me and Dm you right F here G ...in this C church pew
The F beautiful and broken G All are welcome here
The best of F saints, the worst of C sinners And every Am bit of in betG ween
We all Dm come for different C reasons But Lord F knows we all need Am Jesus
And He’s F always saving C room for me and Dm you right F here G ...in this C church pew
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