Chords for Shenandoah - Sunday in the South
Tempo:
96.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
Millworker houses lined up in a row Another [D] southern [G] Sunday's morning glow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking [D] hands with the [C] man who grips [G] the gospel
gun [C] While in quiet prayer the [D] smell of dinner
on the ground Fills [C] up the morning air, ain't [Em] nothing
sweeter [D] around I can almost hear my mama [G] pray
Oh Lord forgive us when we're down [C] Another sacred Sunday in the style [G] of awe
[D] [G]
[C]
A [G] ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Hopping in [C] the wind like an angry [G]
cannonball
Now halls of history are cold and still But they [C] still smell the powder [G] burning
And they probably always will And on [C] the old town square
Under [D] the barbershop pole [G] They [C] set me up in a chair
[Em] When I was four [D] years old I can almost hear my papa [G] say
Won't you hold still son, stop squirming around Another [C] southern Sunday's coming down
[Em] [E]
[D] [Am] [C] [Em]
[D] I can almost hear [G] the old folks say You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town
Another [C]
[G] lazy Sunday, [C] you'll be back around [Em] [G] I
[C]
[G] can feel the evening sun go down
[D] And all the lights in the houses [C] one by one go [G] out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about [D] And the night is filled [G] with the sound of a whippoorwill
[C] Another Sunday in [D] the [G] style of awe
Just [C] another Sunday, just another Sunday in [G] the style of awe
Another [C] sacred Sunday in the style of [G]
awe
[D] [G] Just [C] another Sunday, how I miss those old sweet Sundays [G] in the style of awe
Another [C] sacred Sunday, I can hear my [G] mama [C] callin' in the [G] style of awe
Just [C] another Sunday
[G]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
Millworker houses lined up in a row Another [D] southern [G] Sunday's morning glow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking [D] hands with the [C] man who grips [G] the gospel
gun [C] While in quiet prayer the [D] smell of dinner
on the ground Fills [C] up the morning air, ain't [Em] nothing
sweeter [D] around I can almost hear my mama [G] pray
Oh Lord forgive us when we're down [C] Another sacred Sunday in the style [G] of awe
[D] [G]
[C]
A [G] ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Hopping in [C] the wind like an angry [G]
cannonball
Now halls of history are cold and still But they [C] still smell the powder [G] burning
And they probably always will And on [C] the old town square
Under [D] the barbershop pole [G] They [C] set me up in a chair
[Em] When I was four [D] years old I can almost hear my papa [G] say
Won't you hold still son, stop squirming around Another [C] southern Sunday's coming down
[Em] [E]
[D] [Am] [C] [Em]
[D] I can almost hear [G] the old folks say You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town
Another [C]
[G] lazy Sunday, [C] you'll be back around [Em] [G] I
[C]
[G] can feel the evening sun go down
[D] And all the lights in the houses [C] one by one go [G] out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about [D] And the night is filled [G] with the sound of a whippoorwill
[C] Another Sunday in [D] the [G] style of awe
Just [C] another Sunday, just another Sunday in [G] the style of awe
Another [C] sacred Sunday in the style of [G]
awe
[D] [G] Just [C] another Sunday, how I miss those old sweet Sundays [G] in the style of awe
Another [C] sacred Sunday, I can hear my [G] mama [C] callin' in the [G] style of awe
Just [C] another Sunday
[G]
Key:
G
C
D
Em
E
G
C
D
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
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Millworker houses lined up in a row Another [D] southern [G] Sunday's morning glow _
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking [D] hands with the [C] man who grips [G] the gospel
gun [C] While in quiet prayer the [D] smell of dinner
on the ground Fills [C] up the morning air, ain't [Em] nothing
sweeter [D] around _ I can almost hear my mama [G] pray
Oh Lord forgive us when we're down [C] Another sacred Sunday _ in the style [G] of awe
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A [G] ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Hopping in [C] the wind like an angry [G] _
cannonball
Now halls of history are cold and still But they [C] still smell the powder [G] burning
And they probably always will And on [C] the old town square
Under [D] the barbershop pole [G] They [C] set me up in a chair
[Em] When I was four [D] years old _ _ I can almost hear my papa [G] say
Won't you hold still son, stop squirming around Another [C] southern _ Sunday's coming down
_ _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ [D] _ I can almost hear [G] the old folks say You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town
Another [C]
[G] lazy Sunday, [C] you'll be back around [Em] [G] I
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] can feel the evening sun go down
[D] And all the lights in the houses [C] one by one go [G] out
_ _ Softly in the distance nothing stirs about [D] And the night is filled [G] with the sound of a whippoorwill
[C] _ _ Another Sunday in [D] the [G] style of awe _
_ Just _ _ _ [C] another Sunday, just another Sunday in [G] the style of _ _ awe
Another [C] sacred Sunday in the style of [G] _
awe
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] Just [C] another Sunday, how I miss those old sweet Sundays [G] in the style of _ awe
Another _ _ [C] sacred Sunday, I can hear my [G] mama [C] callin' in the [G] style of awe _ _ _ _
Just [C] another Sunday _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Millworker houses lined up in a row Another [D] southern [G] Sunday's morning glow _
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking [D] hands with the [C] man who grips [G] the gospel
gun [C] While in quiet prayer the [D] smell of dinner
on the ground Fills [C] up the morning air, ain't [Em] nothing
sweeter [D] around _ I can almost hear my mama [G] pray
Oh Lord forgive us when we're down [C] Another sacred Sunday _ in the style [G] of awe
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A [G] ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Hopping in [C] the wind like an angry [G] _
cannonball
Now halls of history are cold and still But they [C] still smell the powder [G] burning
And they probably always will And on [C] the old town square
Under [D] the barbershop pole [G] They [C] set me up in a chair
[Em] When I was four [D] years old _ _ I can almost hear my papa [G] say
Won't you hold still son, stop squirming around Another [C] southern _ Sunday's coming down
_ _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [C] _ _ [Em] _
_ [D] _ I can almost hear [G] the old folks say You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town
Another [C]
[G] lazy Sunday, [C] you'll be back around [Em] [G] I
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] can feel the evening sun go down
[D] And all the lights in the houses [C] one by one go [G] out
_ _ Softly in the distance nothing stirs about [D] And the night is filled [G] with the sound of a whippoorwill
[C] _ _ Another Sunday in [D] the [G] style of awe _
_ Just _ _ _ [C] another Sunday, just another Sunday in [G] the style of _ _ awe
Another [C] sacred Sunday in the style of [G] _
awe
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] Just [C] another Sunday, how I miss those old sweet Sundays [G] in the style of _ awe
Another _ _ [C] sacred Sunday, I can hear my [G] mama [C] callin' in the [G] style of awe _ _ _ _
Just [C] another Sunday _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _