Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning Cowboy Junkies
INTRO: E A9 Bsus
[E]Sun comes up, it's [A9]Tuesday morning
Hits me s[Bsus]traight in the eye
Guess you fo[A9]rgot to close the blind last [E]night
Oh that's r[A9]ight, I f[Bsus]orgot, it was [A9]me
I [A]sure do miss the smell of black [E]coffee in the morning,
The [A]sound of water splashing all [E]over the bathroom,
The [A]kiss that you would give me even [E]though I was sleeping,
But I [Bsus]kind of like the [A9]feel of this extra few feet in[E] my bed
[E]Telephone's ringing, but[A9] I don't answer it
'Cause everybody [Bsus]knows that good [A9]news always sleeps[E] till noon
Guess it's tea and toast for [A9]breakfast again
Ma[Bsus]ybe I'll add a little T[A9].V. too
No milk![A] God, how[E] I hate that
Guess I'l[A]l go to the corner, get[E] breakfast from Jenny
She's got a [A]black eye this morning, "Jen [E]how'd ya get it?"
She says, "[Bsus]Last night, Bobby [A9]got a little bit out of [E]hand"
[E]Lunchtime, I sta[A9]rt to dial your number
Then I[Bsus] remember so I r[A9]each for something to smoke
And[E] anyways I'd rather [A9]listen to Coltrane
Than g[Bsus]o through all that s[A9]hit again
There's s[A]omething about an afternoon [E]spent doing nothing
Just l[A]istening to records and [E]watching the sun falling
Thinkin[A]g of things that don't [E]have to add up to something
And th[Bsus]is spell won't be broken
By the s[A9]ound of keys scraping in the [E]lock
[E]Maybe tonight it's a [A9]movie
With p[Bsus]lenty of room for [A9]elbows and knees
A bag of popcorn all to [E]myself,
Black and white with a [A9]strong female lead
And if [Bsus]I don't like it, no d[A9]ebate, I'll leave
Here [A]comes that feeling that [E]I'd forgotten
How [A]strange these streets feel
when [E]you're alone on them
Each [A]pair of eyes just [E]filled with suggestion
So I l[Bsus]ower my head, make a b[A9]eleine for home
Seething [E]inside
[E]Funny, I'd never n[A9]oticed
The s[Bsus]ound the streetcars m[A9]ake as they pass my [E]window
Which re[A9]minds me that I for[Bsus]got to close the blind [A9]again
Yeah, sure I'll [A]admit there are [E]times when I miss you
Espec[A]ially like now when I need [E]someone to hold me
But the[A]re are some things that ca[E]n never be forgiven
And I [Bsus]just gotta tell you
That I ki[A9]nda like this extra few feet [E]in my bed
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