Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
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Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Sunday | morning rain is | falling |
Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Steal some | covers share some | skin |
Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Clouds are | shrouding us in | moments unforgettable |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
You t | wist to fit the | mold that I am i | n |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
But | things just get so | crazy living | life gets hard to do |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
And I would | gladly hit the | road get up and | go if I knew |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
That | someday it would | lead me back to y | ou |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
That | someday it would | lead me back to | you |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
That may be | all | I | need |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
In darkness she is | all | I | see |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Come and rest your | bones | with | me |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Driving slow on Sunday | morning, and I | never want to | leave |
Am9 | Daug | Gmaj7 |
Fingers | trace your every | outline |
Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Paint a | picture with my | hands |
Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
And back and | forth we sway like | branches in a storm |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Change of | weather still tog | ether when it en | ds |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
That may be | all | I | need |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
In darkness she is | all | I | see |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Come and rest your | bones | with | me |
| Am9 | D6 | G |
Driving slow on Sunday | morning, and I | never want to | leave |
G | Bdim7 | Em7 | D13 | C#dim7 | C | D |
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G | Bdim7 | Em7 | D13 | C#dim7 | C | D |
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| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
But | things just get so | crazy living | life gets hard to do |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Sunday m | orning rain is | falling and I’m | calling out to you |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Singin’ | someday it will | bring me back to y | ou, yeah |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Finda a | way my | self back home to | you |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
May not know that maybe | all | I | need |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
In darkness she is | all | I | see |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Come and rest your | bones | with | me |
| Am9 | D6 | Gmaj7 |
Driving slow on Sunday | morning, and I | never want to | leave |