Thank God For Sunday Morning Chords by Cochren & Co
Tempo:
150.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Dm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[Am] [F]
[Dm] [G]
[F]
[C] Neon lights and stained glass windows, old bar [F] stools and back row pews.
I ran to [G] one more than the other, but I [F] couldn't outrun [C] you.
Trying to fill up all the empty, trying [F] to numb the pain inside.
Thinking [G] you'd never forgive me for all those [F]
Saturday [C] nights.
But thank God for Sunday morning, [F] thank God for 316.
And the [C] words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for me.
[C] Thank God for a choir singing, and a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
[Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the [F] story.
[G] Thank God for Sunday [C] morning.
[F]
[C] Now I know that you're no stranger to [F] the broken hearts like mine.
It's [G] what you do, yeah somehow you [F] bring dead things back [C] to life.
It might look like it's over, [F] as a stone over a grave.
But [G] I've seen you, I'm living proof, you [F] still rose to the [C] way.
Thank [F] God for Sunday morning, thank God for 316.
And [C] the words it read, that say you bled [G] and gave your life for me.
[C] Thank [F] God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
[Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of [F] the story.
[G] Thank God for Sunday [C]
morning.
[F] [G]
[C]
Sunlight through the stained glass window, feels like freedom on my face.
It really is a new beginning, it really is amazing grace.
Thank God for Sunday morning, thank God for 316.
And the words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for [C] me.
[F] Thank God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
[Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the story.
[G] [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the story.
Thank God for Sunday morning.
Thank God for Sunday [G]
morning.
[F] [C] [F]
[C]
[Am] [F]
[Dm] [G]
[F]
[C] Neon lights and stained glass windows, old bar [F] stools and back row pews.
I ran to [G] one more than the other, but I [F] couldn't outrun [C] you.
Trying to fill up all the empty, trying [F] to numb the pain inside.
Thinking [G] you'd never forgive me for all those [F]
Saturday [C] nights.
But thank God for Sunday morning, [F] thank God for 316.
And the [C] words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for me.
[C] Thank God for a choir singing, and a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
[Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the [F] story.
[G] Thank God for Sunday [C] morning.
[F]
[C] Now I know that you're no stranger to [F] the broken hearts like mine.
It's [G] what you do, yeah somehow you [F] bring dead things back [C] to life.
It might look like it's over, [F] as a stone over a grave.
But [G] I've seen you, I'm living proof, you [F] still rose to the [C] way.
Thank [F] God for Sunday morning, thank God for 316.
And [C] the words it read, that say you bled [G] and gave your life for me.
[C] Thank [F] God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
[Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of [F] the story.
[G] Thank God for Sunday [C]
morning.
[F] [G]
[C]
Sunlight through the stained glass window, feels like freedom on my face.
It really is a new beginning, it really is amazing grace.
Thank God for Sunday morning, thank God for 316.
And the words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for [C] me.
[F] Thank God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
[Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the story.
[G] [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the story.
Thank God for Sunday morning.
Thank God for Sunday [G]
morning.
[F] [C] [F]
[C]
Key:
C
F
G
Dm
Am
C
F
G
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Neon lights and stained glass windows, old bar [F] stools and back row pews.
I ran to [G] one more than the other, but I [F] couldn't outrun [C] you.
Trying to fill up all the empty, trying [F] to numb the pain inside.
_ Thinking [G] you'd never forgive me for all those [F] _ _
Saturday [C] nights.
But thank God for Sunday morning, [F] thank God for _ 316.
_ And the [C] words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for me.
[C] Thank God for a choir singing, and a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
_ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the [F] story.
_ [G] Thank God for Sunday [C] morning.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [C] Now I know that you're no stranger to [F] the broken hearts like mine.
It's [G] what you do, yeah somehow you [F] bring dead things back [C] to life.
It might look like it's over, _ [F] as a stone over a grave.
But [G] I've seen you, _ I'm living proof, you [F] still rose to the [C] _ way.
Thank [F] God for Sunday morning, thank God for _ 316.
_ And [C] the words it read, that say you bled [G] and gave your life for me.
_ [C] Thank [F] God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
_ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of [F] the story.
_ [G] Thank God for Sunday [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ morning.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ Sunlight through the stained glass window, feels like freedom on my face.
It really is a new beginning, it really is amazing grace.
Thank God for Sunday morning, _ thank God for 316.
_ And the words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for [C] me.
_ [F] Thank God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
_ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the story.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the _ _ story. _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank God for Sunday morning.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank God for Sunday _ [G]
morning.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Neon lights and stained glass windows, old bar [F] stools and back row pews.
I ran to [G] one more than the other, but I [F] couldn't outrun [C] you.
Trying to fill up all the empty, trying [F] to numb the pain inside.
_ Thinking [G] you'd never forgive me for all those [F] _ _
Saturday [C] nights.
But thank God for Sunday morning, [F] thank God for _ 316.
_ And the [C] words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for me.
[C] Thank God for a choir singing, and a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
_ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the [F] story.
_ [G] Thank God for Sunday [C] morning.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [C] Now I know that you're no stranger to [F] the broken hearts like mine.
It's [G] what you do, yeah somehow you [F] bring dead things back [C] to life.
It might look like it's over, _ [F] as a stone over a grave.
But [G] I've seen you, _ I'm living proof, you [F] still rose to the [C] _ way.
Thank [F] God for Sunday morning, thank God for _ 316.
_ And [C] the words it read, that say you bled [G] and gave your life for me.
_ [C] Thank [F] God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
_ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of [F] the story.
_ [G] Thank God for Sunday [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ morning.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ Sunlight through the stained glass window, feels like freedom on my face.
It really is a new beginning, it really is amazing grace.
Thank God for Sunday morning, _ thank God for 316.
_ And the words it read, that say you bled and [G] gave your life for [C] me.
_ [F] Thank God for a choir singing, and [C] a voice [G] singing come [Am] back home.
_ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the story.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] Saturday night looked [C] like the end of the _ _ story. _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank God for Sunday morning.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Thank God for Sunday _ [G]
morning.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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