Procol Harum – Sunday Morning (Guitar)

C               G          Am    Em   
  When I leave work every Friday

F         C              G  G C G   G G C
  Try to play hard as I can

 C         G
Exploring all 

     Am                  F     F F C
The different shades of living

 C    G                C  F C
'Cos I'm that kind of man

C C G  G   F               C
       I think of all the hard hours

C C G  G   F            C   C F C
       So many closed doors

C C G              E           Am     A
     So when it's time for my sunshi-ine

Dm                             G           G   G G D#
  Can't help wanting more and mo-or-or-ore 

 D#                     G#     A# A# D#
Sunday morning, Sunday morning

 D#                         G#   A# A# D#
Don't have time to take no rest

 D#                       G#      B  B A#
'Cos every minute's more holy to me

                     D#
It makes me feel so free

 C   G         Am             Em
Sometimes the wild nights go rolling

F    C                G  G C G   G G C
  On into next day's sun

C        G            Am            F     F F C
Always smile when my head hits the pillow

  C        G                        C  
'Bout the time the trains start to run

E ----------------
B -5-6-5----------
G -------7-5-4-5--
D ----------------
A ----------------
E ----------------

C C G  G   F               C
       I think of all the bad times

C C G    F              C
     So many slippery floors

C C G              E           Am     A
     So when it's time for my sunshi-ine

Dm                        G   G   G G D#
   I am wanting more and more

D#                      G#     A# A# D#
Sunday morning, Sunday morning

   D#                         G#   A# A# D#
I Don't have time to take no rest

 D#                       G#     B B B A#
'Cos every minute's more holy to me

    A#               D#  D#
It makes me feel so free

C         G        Am            Em  F
  Always hope the weekend never ends

 F           C              G   C  G
Work keeps stealing my best da-ays

G G G C  C      G
        Try to get around 

Am                 F    F F C
All those twisted bends

  C        G                C
While the light just ebbs away

C C G  G   F                C
       I think of all the grey seas

C C G  G             C
      So many lost shores

C C G              E           Am     A
     So when it's time for my sunshi-ine

Dm                                G   G   G G D#
   I Can't help wanting more and more

D#                      G#     A# A# D#
Sunday morning, Sunday morning

 D#                         G#   A# A# D#
Don't have time to take no rest

 D#                       G#     B  B A#
'Cos every minute's more holy to me

A#                          D#  D# A# D#  D# A#
It always makes me feel so free

 A#                 D#  D# A# D#  D# A#
That's more holy to me

 A#                    D#
Sunday morning I'm so free