I Feel Like Playing My Guitar

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...