Frank Turner – Sunday Nights (Guitar)

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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       Dsus2
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn,

    F#m                  E        A
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
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