Sunday Morning (Acordes)

Intro: Dm7/9    G7/13        C7M/9

 Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
      Sunday morning rain is falling
Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
Steal some covers share some skin
Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
      Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
      Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
               Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
           Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
That some day it would lead me back to you
That some day it would lead me back to you

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 Dm7/9  G7/13 C7M/9
That may be all I need In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday Morning and I never want to leave

Dm7/9         G7/13            C7M/9   Dm7/9       G7/13           C7M/9
      Fingers trace your every outline     Paint a picture with my hands
Dm7/9       G7/13              C7M/9
   Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
             Dm7/9       G7/13            C7M/9
Change of weather, still together when it ends.

(refrão)

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      Dm7/9       G7/13                C7M/9
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do,
       Dm7/9       G7/13                C7M/9
Sunday morning, rain is falling, and I'm calling out to you.
       Dm7/9       G7/13                C7M/9
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you,
      Dm7/9       G7/13                C7M/9
find a way to bring myself back home to you.

(refrão)