Sunday Morning Blues

[Intro ] D G D G [Verso 1] D G I caught you across the room last night in that little black dress G A I fell into whiskey and I wound up a mess Bm D F#m Thought I'd moved on, but I was wrong, I guess G A D Ive got the Sunday morning blues [Verso 2] D G That old coffee pot has given up on me D A These Jack Daniel eyes are too bloodshot to see Bm Bm The worn-out ceiling fans hummin Oh, Lonesome Me G A D D Em D/F# I've got the Sunday morning blues [Refrão] G Gm Church bells ringing, choir singin D A D Em D/F# When the roll is called up younger, I'll be there G Gm Sun shining,fish are bitin D A But I'm still in my underwear [Verso 3] D G The neighbors and the bookies are waiting on football D A This California king feels like my backs to the wall Bm F#m I'd be waitin around forever if I was waitin on your call G A D D Em D/F# I've got the Sunday morning blues [Refrão] G Gm Church bells ringing, choir singin D D Em D/F# Just as I am D Gm I gotta get goin, get theses old wheels rollin D A But the blues, they don't give a damn [Verso 4] D G I step out for a cigarette to clear my head D A And try not to think about them old words in red Bm F#m So I just pop the top off another one instead G A Bm I've got the Sunday morning blues Outro G A D I got the Sunday morning blues