| 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 |
| | | | → | | | |
| 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 |