Sunday morning    (video)

 

    A - E - F#m - C#m - D - A - Bm - E

 

    A                            E             F#m     - C#m

1.      When I leave work every Friday,

D             A                        E      - E7

    try to play as hard as I can,

A                  E        F#m                       D

    exploring all the different shades of living,

A          E                        A     - D - A

    'cos I'm that kind of man.

E      E7                  A               - E         E7                 A

    I think of all the hard hours,       so many closed doors,

E                      C#             F#m         F#

    so when it's time for my sunshine,

Bm                  D                           E

    can't help wanting more and more.

 

C                 C7                        F          - Dm - G

    Sunday morning, Sunday morning,

C                   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 - D - A - Bm - E

 

    A           E             F#m               C#m

2.     Sometimes the wild nights go rolling

D       A                       E      - E7

    on into next day's sun.

A                  E                   F#m               D

    Always smile when my head hits the pillow,

A                 E                                  A

    'bout the time the trains start to run.

E      E7                  A               - E         E7                   A

    I think of all the bad times,         so many slippery floors,

E                      C#              F#m  F#

    so when it's time for my sunshine,

Bm                 D                            E

    can't help wanting more and more.

 

C                 C7                        F          - Dm - G

    Sunday morning, Sunday morning,

C                   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,

D                        A                       E      - E7

    work keeps stealing my best days.

A             E             F#m                       D

    Try to get around all those twisted bends,

A                 E                         A

    while the light just ebbs away.

E      E7                    A            - E          E7             A

    I think of all the grey seas,        so many lost shores,

E                      C#              F#m F#

    so when it's time for my sunshine,

Bm                   D                            E

    I can't help wanting more and more.

 

+  CHORUS

 

   Dm                     G        C   - Dm                  G                     C

+      That's more holy to me,          Sunday morning I'm so free.

 

(orig. = capo 3rd)    (Procol Harum)