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