Cowboy Junkies – Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning (Guitar)

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Hits me straight in the eye

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Guess you forgot to close the blind last night

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Oh that's right, I forgot, it was me

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I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,

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The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,

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The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,

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But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

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Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it

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'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon

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Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again

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Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too

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No milk!    God, how I hate that

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Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny

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She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"

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She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"

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Lunchtime, I start to dial your number

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Then I remember so I reach for somebodies smoke

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And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane

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Than go through all that shit again

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There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothin  

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Just listening to records and watching the sun falling

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Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something

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And this spell won't be broken

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By the sound of keys scraping in the lock

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Maybe tonight it's a movie  With plenty of room

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 for elbows and knees

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A bag of popcorn all to myself,

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Black and white with a strong female lead

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And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave

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Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten

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How strange these streets feel

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when you're alone on them 

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Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion

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So I lower my head, make a b-line for home

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Seething inside

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Funny, I'd never noticed

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The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window

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Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again

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Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you

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Especially like now when I need someone to hold me

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But there are some things that can never be forgiven

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And I just gotta tell ya

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That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed