Intro is in 6/8
[Intro]
| G   C/G |  G     |
| F  C    |  G C/G |
| F  C    |  G C/G |
| G       |
[Strophe]
     Am 
You remind me of a Sunday 
Am/B  C 
Back home in old Kentucky 
           G                 F              C 
With the church choirs just beltin' to the pines 
Am/B  Am 
And I love you like the mountains 
Am/B     C 
Love the way the mornin' opens 
      G              F                   C   Csus  C 
To a soft and bright   greetin' from the sun
[Refrain]
                F          G   C/G   G 
    So if it'd make you stay 
           Am/B    Am 
I wouldn't act so angry all the time 
            C 
I wouldn't keep it all inside 
                G               F                C   Csus  C 
and I'd let you know how much I loved you every day 
     F               C          G                   Am        Am/B     G     C/G  G  C/G 
So, darlin' will you stay right here and shake this frost off of my bones
[Instrumentale]
| F  C    |  G C/G |
| F  C    |  G C/G |
|  G C/G  |  G C/G |
[Strophe]
        Am 
Well, I used to ride a mustang 
Am/B    C 
And I'd run that thing on high hopes 
           G                  F                C             Csus  C 
'Til they raised the price of dreams so high I couldn't pay 
     Am 
So I let that car just sit there 
Am/B      C 
  when I should've took you drivin' 
G                F                   C    Csus2  C Csus  C 
    windows down, while the music played
[Refrain]
           F        G     C/G  G 
So if it'd make you stay 
                  Am 
I wouldn't act so angry all the time 
              C 
 I wouldn't keep it all inside 
                G               F                C    Csus2  C Csus  C 
and I'd let you know how much I loved you every day 
    F               C          G                   Am       Am/B      G     C/G  G 
So darlin' will you stay right here and shake this frost off of my bones
[Outro]
  F  C       G C/G    
 
    F               C          G                   Am       Am/B     G     C/G  G 
So darlin' will you stay right here and shake this frost off of my bones