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Sunday Rhythm (CNC Sundays) 2 by Laura

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Sunday Rhythm (CNC Sundays) 2

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Guitar Solo
Way back when my weeks all ended the same with Church, NASCAR and Chicken. We called it our CNC Sundays.Church wrapped up by half past twelve We'd trade the pews for the stories we'd tell
Racing back home for the drop of the green To the warmest kitchen that you've ever seen
Mom’s Sunday cooking was always the best Just what we needed for our day of rest
Yeah, the Sunday rhythm of our house
It was CNC Sundays, the heart of the week The kind of tradition that the world still seeks
A little bit of heaven, a whole lot of speed And all of the comfort a weary soul needs
Church for the spirit, NASCAR for the thrill And Mom’s baked chicken on the windowsill
Yeah, those simple days paved the way On our CNC Sundays
We'd laugh and we'd tease about the routine But it grounded us more than anything we'd seen
It wasn't just happy, it was the making of us The glue of a family, a bond of trust
Now I'm the one driving my kids through the gates Passing down stories of love and of faith
Clinging to the peace that those Sundays gave It's the rhythm I'm trying, my heart is to save
It was CNC Sundays, the heart of the week The kind of tradition that the world still seeks
A little bit of heaven, a whole lot of speed And all of the comfort a weary soul needs
Church for the spirit, NASCAR for the thrill And Mom’s baked chicken on the windowsill
Yeah, those simple days paved the way On our CNC Sundays
The world's getting loud and the world's getting cold But that Sunday story never gets old
I still hear the echoes inside of these walls The prayer of the past and the final outcalls
It was CNC Sundays, the heart of the week The kind of tradition that the world still seeks
A little bit of heaven, a whole lot of speed And all of the comfort a weary soul needs
Church for the spirit, NASCAR for the thrill And Mom’s baked chicken on the windowsill
Yeah, those simple days paved the way On our CNC Sundays
There's church, NASCAR, and chicken
The heartbeat