SUNDAYS
COUNTING CROWS

Album:SATURDAY NIGHTS & SUNDAY MORNINGS



INTRO: C - Bb x4

VERSE 1:
C                     Bb
Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set
C                           Bb
I wouldn't know it if it hit me
    C                              Bb
you take a little step and then it feels like love,
          C                         Bb
I think I better get a little of it in me.

VERSE 2:
C                            Bb
 Give me a kiss; I think it feels like love
C                            Bb
 Give me a kiss; I think it feels like sunshine
C                 Bb
  come on baby, light me up
         C                         Bb
I wanna look in to your eyes until I go blind

CHORUS 1:
Dm             Gm      Bb      F
You think that you can do with out me
Gm     Bb              F    
I cant do any thing at all
C               Gm      Bb      F
 You think that you can do with out me
    Gm                 Bb
But I don't believe in Sundays
    F                  Bb           C
And I don't believe in anything, at all 

VERSE 3:

Same C  Bb progression

Your mother made you in a parking lot 
My mother made me out of flesh and wire
Try to remember what you might forget
I try to remember everything
try to remember so you don't disappear
try to remember so you don't fade away
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain
Your mother made you in a fire that's faded

CHORUS 2:
Dm             Gm      Bb      F
You think that you can do with out me, 
Gm     Bb              F    
I cant do any thing at all,
C               Gm      Bb      F
 You think that you can do with out me,
    Gm                 Bb
But I don't believe in Sundays,
    F                  Bb           C
And I don't believe in anything, at all 

GUITAR SOLO:
C Bb x8

Verse 4:

Same C  Bb progression

I want to touch you for the things I'm losing 
I want to touch you for me self respect
Give me a reason or I might stop breathing
Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet
Got stop breathing cos' the sky is falling
I might go out and watch the moon explode, 
Give me directions to the highway crossing, 
I'll go lie down in the middle of the road and...

CHORUS 3:
Dm             Gm      Bb      F
You think that you can do with out me, 
Gm     Bb              F    
I cant do any thing at all,
C               Gm      Bb      F
 You think that you can do with out me,
    Gm                 Bb
But I don't believe in Sundays,
    F                  Bb           C
And I don't believe in anything, at all 

OUTRO:
    Gm                 Bb          
and I don't believe in Sundays,  

chorus chords over multiple voices.

End on C