Chords
Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning

Key: E

Introduction: D    G    A    

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                              E  A9B4  
D                                              G  
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
                        A  
Hits me straight in the eye
                             G                                                                            D  
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
                          G                    A                                    G  
Oh that's right, I forgot, it was me
     G                                                                                 D  
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
          G                                                                         D  
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
          G                                                                                    D  
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
                A                                         G                                                                      D  
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
D                                                              G  
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
                  A                                                    G                                         D  
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
                                                  G  
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
     A                                                    G  
Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
                                D  
No milk!         God, how I hate that
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Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
                                G                                                              D  
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"
                             A                            G                                                                 D  
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"
                                          G  
Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
             A                                                                 G  
Then I remember so I reach for somebodies smoke
        D                                                 G  
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
                A                                                 G  
Than go through all that shit again
                                                                                                  D  
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothin
             G                                                              D  
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
                  G                                                         D  
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
                     A  
And this spell won't be broken
                     G                                                                         D  
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock
D                                                                      G  
Maybe tonight it's a movie    With plenty of room
  A  
  for elbows and knees
G                                                              D  
A bag of popcorn all to myself,
D                                                         G  
Black and white with a strong female lead
                  A                                                 G  
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
             G                                                            D  
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
          G  
How strange these streets feel
             D  
when you're alone on them
             G                                            D  
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
                A                                                    G  
So I lower my head, make a b-line for home
                        D  
Seething inside
                                             G  
Funny, I'd never noticed
             A                                                 G                                                    D  
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
                     G                                         A                                              G  
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
                                                                                     D  
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
             G                                                                    D  
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
                  G                                                                      D  
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
                A  
And I just gotta tell ya
                        G                                                                         D  
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
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