MARLEY PURT DRIVE: BEE GEES (B, M, & R. Gibb) 4/4 - 68

Album: Odessa (1969)
A: x02220
E: 022100
D: xx0232
|       |: Measure of 4-counts

INTRO: |A  E  |D  A  |: 6x

1:

A (x02220@1)            E (022100@1)             |D                     A (x02220@1) |
Sunday morning woke up yawning, filled the pool for a swim.
A (x02220@1)                    E (022100@1)                         |D            A (x02220@1) |
Hold down the head and looked in the glass, just to see if I was in.
A (x02220@1)                    E (022100@1)            |D                    AWent (x02220@1)up the stairs and kissed my women,  to make her come a-live.
           |A                  E'Cause (022100@1)with fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
        |D               A (x02220@1)  |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
A (x02220@1)                EFifteen (022100@1)kids and a family on the skids,

/ (Break of 2-counts)
        |D               A (x02220@1)  |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.

2: (Chords Like 1:)

That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car, convertible fifty-nine.
Headed to the freeway, tried to find the Pasadena sign.
Ten miles and three quarters, I wasn't feeling any more alive.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.

3: (Chords Like 1:)

I used to be a minstrel free, with a whole lot of bread in my bag.
I used to feel that my life was real, but the good Lord threw me a snag.
Now I'm gonna be the same as me, no matter how I try.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.

4: (Chords Like 1:)

Turned 'round the car and headed for home, I guess I realized my fate.
Ten miles and three quarters more, I pulled up outside the gate.
Twenty more kids were stood inside, and that made thirty-five.
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.

5: (Chords Like 1:)

Sunday morning woke up yawning, filled the pool for a swim.
Hold down the glass and looked in the mirror, just to see if I was in.
Went up the stairs and kissed my women, to make her come alive.
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids,

/ (Break of 8-counts)
        |D               A (x02220@1)  |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.

OUTRO: |A  E  |D  A  |: 5x