Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning(Chords)

	        

 
   (song is actually in E A9 Bsus but a lot easier to play with capo)  
  
Intro: D  G  A 

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 
         G                      D 
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  

Solo 

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Written by Michael Timmins