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intro
| | | C | | | G | | | C | | | G6 Gmaj7 | | |
| | | C | | | G | | | Em D | | | G | | |
1.
| G | |
| Every Sunday morning I wake up |
| C | G | ||
| I see you by your dresser doing your | make | -up. |
| Em | ||
| Fluttering a Chinese | fan | in a Knoxville fashion. |
| G | |
| All last night you tossed and turned. |
| C | |
| Your body was hotter |
| G | ||
| than the night that Richmond | bur | ned. |
| You | say | you had a bad nightmare |
| Em | |
| about tractor trailers crashing. |
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| C | G | |
| Throw your arms around me. |
| G | |
| Let’s keep this quiet. |
| C | |
| Hear our hearts in the distance. |
| G | |
| Like cannon fire. |
| C | |
| See our breath in the window, |
| G | |
| in the turning light. |
| Em | D | G | ||
| Oh, | it’s a | won | derful | life |
2.
| G | |
| You say you were only seventeen when |
| C | G | |
| you fell in love with that dirty Reverend | Green. |
| I | remember | you at the baptism |
| Em | |
| as he held his daughter down. |
| G | |
| We could hear Thelma and Louise |
| C | G | |
| making love under the poplar | trees. |
| We | could | hear some screaming, |
| Em | |
| sounded like a slaughterhouse. |
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solo
| | | G | | | C | | | G | | | Em G | | |
| | | G | | | C Am | | | G | | | Em | | |
3.
| G | |
| Me and Joey started a fire in the road |
| C | |
| just to watch it glow. |
| G | |
| His father didn’t like it though, |
| Em | |
| he gave Joey a black eye. |
| G | |
| Me and you we did the same damn thing. |
| C | G | |
| We fell in love knowing the pain it would | bring. |
| Em | ||
| Now all I do is sing | sad | songs with red eyes. |
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