Grabbed my guitar
Struck a chord in E
Delivered by those who played before
Washed over and flowed through me
Now be patient while I transcribe
Movement after movement, 'til they decide
The message is clear they want me to provide
To those who will hear it
And understand why
I feel like playin' my guitar
On this Sunday morning
I feel like playin' my guitar
On this Sunday morning
After the E chord
Then came A
See my only duty now
Is to trust and obey
Keep my fingers movin'
While they continue their refrain
A deep breath as I close my eyes
Invites more from the other side
I feel like playin' my guitar
On this Sunday morning
I feel like playin' my guitar
On this Sunday morning
Strum, strum, strummin' until they choose to leave
Wes, B.B., Chuck, and Sis Rosetta T
A little wah and reverb inspires we
Can't help but glide to the D
I feel like...
I feel like...
I feel like playin' my guitar
I feel like playin' my guitar
I feel like playin' my guitar
On this Sunday morning
I feel like...
I feel like...