* = single strum [Verse 1] G D Em Sunday mornings were your favorite G Bm Em I used to meet you down on Woodscreek road G D Em You did your hair up like you were famous Am G D Even though it's only church where we were going G Bm Em Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in G Bm Em It's like I've buried my faith with you G Bm Em I'm screaming at a
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