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