Sundays

Date: 13 Apr 98 18:16:54 -0700 From: "Parker Lord" Subject: b/box_set/sundays.pro # # Sundays, Performed by Box Set # Transcribed by Parker Lord # Comments to: pjlord@best.com # Capo 3 G Am I met a sister in the dead of night C A gin-soaked smile, worn just right D G Her eyes half-blazed with the color of the rising sun Am "Please help keep my baby fed" C A parade of silence filled my head D G I walked on past, my conscience keeps me on the run-- D C G Well my eyes have seen the coming of this feeling Am C Where's your pity now? You've lost the strength somehow D C G When you've swallowed so much shit your head is reeling Am and you don't feel a thing no more C Immune to all life has in store Am G ACDG Are there Sundays now? G Am I met a brother on the picket line C Blistered hands a lot like mine D G Leathered skin worn in by the lessons of age Am I'll fight the man to my dying day C Scabs walk in and take my pay D G I pray this story even makes it to the second page-- Chorus D Em Like an angel fell by sin, C once you're gone it's so damn hard G D to get back up again Em and I've seen my feelings whirl away C G D C Don't look now, you're headed for a drop that falls like rain GADG Am I met a woman with a frozen smile C took her hand and walked a while D G Swore out loud the woman was the world to me Am A year or two went through the door C I couldn't feel her anymore D G I knew deep down tomorrow was the place to be-- Chorus