G Station's dark and it's emptyEm Train stops here once every centuryC G Got to lose these Sunday nightsG All that's left in my pocketEm Couldn't buy a gin or a tonicC G Got to lose these Sunday nightsG Took myself downtown nothing's openEm Still I hung around who am I jokinC G Got to lose these Sunday nightsG Something bout the streets that's disressingEm Even the streetwalkers are missingC G Got to lose these Sunday nightsC G How come these damned old Sunday night bluesC D Follow me Monday thru Saturday tooG Down along the highway I'm walkingEm Not one lousy semi is rollingC G I've got to lose these Sunday nightsG Lit a cigarette in a doorwayEm Stayed up all night waiting for MondayC G Got to lose these Sunday nightsG Station's dark and it's emptyEm Train stops here once every centuryC G Got to lose these Sunday nightsC G How come these damned old Sunday night bluesC D Follow me Monday thru Saturday too SOLOC G How come these damned old Sunday night bluesC D Follow me Monday thru Saturday tooG Station's dark and it's emptyEm Train stops here once every centuryC G Got to lose these Sunday nights
These Sunday Nights
Greg Trooper
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