歌手头像-Frank Turner

Sunday Nights

音乐人: Frank Turner

供谱者:wexman
I'm a massive Frank fan, and I was always annoyed 
that one of my favourite songs didn't have a tab on 
here, so I gave it a go. I'm pretty confident that 
the chorus is right, but less so about the verses. 
It sounds passable, I think.


A                  D       A
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
         A                   D      E
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
        A                  D    A
We can still make this one to remember.
      F#m                   E       Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
    F#m                  E        A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.

Dsus2       A                E
Charge your glasses, raise a toast,
F#m    E      D
To the memory game,
       F#m        E
To the sleep that we've lost,
Dsus2    A             E
Another weekend ran to ground,
F#m     E               D
Another passing coat of red,
         F#m   E
Painted across our town,
Dsus2    A               E
Work is shallow, cutting deep.
F#m       E              D
Who would waste two days respite,
           F#m  E
Can't catch up on sleep,
Dsus2      A                   E
So here we are, last chance to live,
F#m      E               D
Ticking clock and slow defeat.
          E (I think)
It'll all be over soon.

A                  D       A
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
         A                   D      E
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
        A                  D    A
We can still make this one to remember.
      F#m                   E       Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
    F#m                  E        A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.

Dsus2        A                E
So once more friends unto the breach,
F#m    E                 D
Bleary eyed, the stuff of dreams
       F#m      E
Always slips out of reach,
Dsus2     A
Defiance dressed up,
          E
Crumpled clothes,
F#m      E                 D
Protest played out with a headache,
         F#m       E
Starting late, but going slow,
Dsus2     A              E
Don't we know we have to be there,
F#m     E        D
We have tasted freer air,
         E
We don't have to care.

A                  D       A
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
         A                   D      E
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
        A                  D    A
We can still make this one to remember.
      F#m                   E       Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
    F#m                  E        A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.

D   A    E
All our days,
     F#m  E  D
Will fade away,
    D   A    E
And hazy nights,
    F#m   E    D
And clear mistakes.
   D      A  E
So here's to us,
    F#m    E   D
Our needs that much,
      D     A E
Let's raise a toast,
    F#m  E    D     E
For one last boast, cos
     F#m                    E        D
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn,
    F#m                  E        A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.


Hope you found this useful!
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