Chords for Sunday In The South
Tempo:
92.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm] [G]
Millworker houses lined up in a row [C] Another southern [G] Sunday's morning [Em] glow
[G] Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking hands with the [G] man who grips the gospel
While [C] in quiet prayer the smell [D] of dinner on the ground
Fills up [C] the morning air ain't [Em] nothing sweeter [A]
around
[D] I can almost hear my mama [G] praying oh lord forgive us when we're down
[C] Another sacred Sunday in the south
[G]
[D] [C]
A racket [G] ruffled 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 [G] burning
And they probably always will
And [C] on the old town square under the [D] barbershop pole
They set me up in the chair [Em] when I was four [D] years old
I can almost hear my papa [G] saying won't you hold still son
Stop squirming around
[C] Another southern Sunday's come down
I [D] [C]
[Em] [D] can almost [G] hear the old folks say you'll make it big one day
You'll leave this town
It's another [C] lazy Sunday back around
I [G]
[C]
can [G] feel the evening sun go down
And [D] all the lights in the houses one 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] What a Sunday in the south
Alright
[D] Just [C] another Sunday
Just another Sunday
In [G] the south
[D] Oh another [C] sacred Sunday
In the south
[G]
Oh just [C] another Sunday
How I miss the rose-made Sundays
[G] In the south
Oh another [C] sacred Sunday
I can hear my [G] mama calling
[C] In the [G] south
Oh [D] just [C] another Sunday Oh
[G] [N]
Millworker houses lined up in a row [C] Another southern [G] Sunday's morning [Em] glow
[G] Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking hands with the [G] man who grips the gospel
While [C] in quiet prayer the smell [D] of dinner on the ground
Fills up [C] the morning air ain't [Em] nothing sweeter [A]
around
[D] I can almost hear my mama [G] praying oh lord forgive us when we're down
[C] Another sacred Sunday in the south
[G]
[D] [C]
A racket [G] ruffled 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 [G] burning
And they probably always will
And [C] on the old town square under the [D] barbershop pole
They set me up in the chair [Em] when I was four [D] years old
I can almost hear my papa [G] saying won't you hold still son
Stop squirming around
[C] Another southern Sunday's come down
I [D] [C]
[Em] [D] can almost [G] hear the old folks say you'll make it big one day
You'll leave this town
It's another [C] lazy Sunday back around
I [G]
[C]
can [G] feel the evening sun go down
And [D] all the lights in the houses one 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] What a Sunday in the south
Alright
[D] Just [C] another Sunday
Just another Sunday
In [G] the south
[D] Oh another [C] sacred Sunday
In the south
[G]
Oh just [C] another Sunday
How I miss the rose-made Sundays
[G] In the south
Oh another [C] sacred Sunday
I can hear my [G] mama calling
[C] In the [G] south
Oh [D] just [C] another Sunday Oh
[G] [N]
Key:
G
C
D
Em
Dm
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Millworker houses lined up in a row [C] Another southern [G] Sunday's morning [Em] glow
[G] _ Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking hands with the [G] man who grips the gospel
While [C] in quiet prayer the smell [D] of dinner on the ground
Fills up [C] the morning air ain't [Em] nothing sweeter [A]
around
_ [D] I can almost hear my mama [G] praying oh lord forgive us when we're down
[C] Another sacred Sunday in the south
[G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ A racket [G] ruffled 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 [G] burning
And they probably always will
And [C] on the old town square under the [D] barbershop pole
They set me up in the chair [Em] when I was four [D] years old
_ I can almost hear my papa [G] saying won't you hold still son
Stop squirming around
[C] Another southern _ Sunday's come down
I _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] can almost [G] hear the old folks say you'll make it big one day
You'll leave this town
It's another [C] lazy Sunday _ back around
I [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ can [G] feel the evening sun go down
And [D] all the lights in the houses one 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] What a Sunday in the south
Alright
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Just [C] another Sunday
Just another Sunday
In [G] the south
_ _ [D] _ Oh another [C] sacred Sunday
In the south
_ _ [G]
Oh _ _ just _ [C] another Sunday
How I miss the rose-made Sundays
[G] In the south
_ Oh _ _ another [C] sacred Sunday
I can hear my [G] mama calling
[C] In the [G] south
Oh _ _ [D] just _ _ [C] another Sunday Oh
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Millworker houses lined up in a row [C] Another southern [G] Sunday's morning [Em] glow
[G] _ Beneath the steeple all the people have begun [C] Shaking hands with the [G] man who grips the gospel
While [C] in quiet prayer the smell [D] of dinner on the ground
Fills up [C] the morning air ain't [Em] nothing sweeter [A]
around
_ [D] I can almost hear my mama [G] praying oh lord forgive us when we're down
[C] Another sacred Sunday in the south
[G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ A racket [G] ruffled 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 [G] burning
And they probably always will
And [C] on the old town square under the [D] barbershop pole
They set me up in the chair [Em] when I was four [D] years old
_ I can almost hear my papa [G] saying won't you hold still son
Stop squirming around
[C] Another southern _ Sunday's come down
I _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] can almost [G] hear the old folks say you'll make it big one day
You'll leave this town
It's another [C] lazy Sunday _ back around
I [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ can [G] feel the evening sun go down
And [D] all the lights in the houses one 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] What a Sunday in the south
Alright
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Just [C] another Sunday
Just another Sunday
In [G] the south
_ _ [D] _ Oh another [C] sacred Sunday
In the south
_ _ [G]
Oh _ _ just _ [C] another Sunday
How I miss the rose-made Sundays
[G] In the south
_ Oh _ _ another [C] sacred Sunday
I can hear my [G] mama calling
[C] In the [G] south
Oh _ _ [D] just _ _ [C] another Sunday Oh
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _