Sunday Nights Frank Turner
I'm a massive Frank fan, and I was always annoyed
that one of my favourite songs didn't have a tab on
here, so I gave it a go. I'm pretty confident that
the chorus is right, but less so about the verses.
It sounds passable, I think.
[A]Sunday nights are s[D]low surr[A]ender.
They'll n[A]ever last and we'll [D]never l[E]earn.
We can s[A]till make this one [D]to re[A]member.
It's S[F#m]unday night and we've [E]time to [Dsus2]burn.
And [F#m]tomorrow morning can [E]wait its [A]turn.
[Dsus2]Charge your [A]glasses, raise a [E]toast,
[F#m]To the [E]memory [D]game,
To the [F#m]sleep that [E]we've lost,
[Dsus2]Another w[A]eekend ran to [E]ground,
[F#m]Another [E]passing coat of [D]red,
Painted a[F#m]cross [E]our town,
[Dsus2]Work is s[A]hallow, cutting [E]deep.
[F#m]Who would [E]waste two days [D]respite,
Can't catch[F#m] up o[E]n sleep,
[Dsus2]So here we [A]are, last chance to [E]live,
[F#m]Ticking c[E]lock and slow de[D]feat.
E (I think)
It'll all be over soon.
[A]Sunday nights are s[D]low surr[A]ender.
They'll n[A]ever last and we'll [D]never l[E]earn.
We can s[A]till make this one [D]to re[A]member.
It's S[F#m]unday night and we've [E]time to [Dsus2]burn.
And [F#m]tomorrow morning can [E]wait its [A]turn.
[Dsus2]So once more [A]friends unto the [E]breach,
[F#m]Bleary [E]eyed, the stuff of[D] dreams
Always [F#m]slips out[E] of reach,
[Dsus2]Defiance d[A]ressed up,
Crumpled c[E]lothes,
[F#m]Protest p[E]layed out with a h[D]eadache,
Starting [F#m]late, but [E]going slow,
[Dsus2]Don't we k[A]now we have to [E]be there,
[F#m]We have [E]tasted fr[D]eer air,
We don't [E]have to care.
[A]Sunday nights are s[D]low surr[A]ender.
They'll n[A]ever last and we'll [D]never l[E]earn.
We can s[A]till make this one [D]to re[A]member.
It's S[F#m]unday night and we've [E]time to [Dsus2]burn.
And [F#m]tomorrow morning can [E]wait its [A]turn.
[D]All [A]our d[E]ays,
Will [F#m]fade [E]awa[D]y,
And [D]hazy[A] nigh[E]ts,
And [F#m]clear [E]mista[D]kes.
So [D]here's [A]to [E]us,
Our [F#m]needs t[E]hat [D]much,
Let's [D]raise [A]a [E]toast,
For [F#m]one l[E]ast b[D]oast, [E]cos
It's [F#m]Sunday night and we've [E]time to b[D]urn,
And [F#m]tomorrow morning can [E]wait its [A]turn.
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