Sunday morning
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1. When I leave work every
Friday,
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try
to play as hard as I can,
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F#m D
exploring
all the different shades of living,
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E A - D - A
'cos I'm that kind of man.
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- E E7
A
I think of all the hard hours,
so many closed doors,
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so
when it's time for my sunshine,
Bm D E
can't
help wanting more and more.
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F
- Dm - G
Sunday morning, Sunday morning,
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don't
have time to take no rest,
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'cause every minute's more
holy to me,
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C
it
makes me feel so free.
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A E F#m C#m
2. Sometimes the wild nights
go rolling
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- E7
on
into next day's sun.
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E F#m D
Always smile when my head hits
the pillow,
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E
A
'bout the time the trains
start to run.
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I think of all the bad times, so many slippery floors,
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so
when it's time for my sunshine,
Bm D E
can't
help wanting more and more.
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C7 F - Dm - G
Sunday morning, Sunday
morning,
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C7 F - Dm - G
don't
have time to take no rest,
C C7 F Fm
'cause every minute's more
holy to me,
G
C
it
makes me feel so free.
A E
F#m C#m
3. Always hope the weekend
never ends,
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work
keeps stealing my best days.
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D
Try to get around all those
twisted bends,
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E A
while
the light just ebbs away.
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I think of all the grey
seas, so many lost shores,
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C# F#m F#
so
when it's time for my sunshine,
Bm D E
I can't help wanting more and
more.
+ CHORUS
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- Dm G C
+ That's more holy to me, Sunday morning I'm so free.
(orig. = capo 3rd) (Procol Harum)