Lucinda Williams – Sundays (Guitar)

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I can't seem to make it through Sunday

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I can't seem to make it through Sunday

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Monday through Saturday I get by just fine

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Every other day of the week I feel alright

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But I don't know why, I don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday I can't seem to make it through Sunday Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes But how come that's the day I always get the blues And I don't know why, I don't know why I can't seem to make it through Sunday I can't seem to make it through Sunday Ever since you had to go I just carry on But deep down inside I know there's something wrong And I don't know why, I don't know why I can't seem to make it through Sunday...