SUNDAYS
COUNTING CROWS

tabbed by nicolas levy (acade365@hotmail.com)

INTRO: C - Bb x4

VERSE 1:

C                     Bb
 cut up rubbers and a bed room set, 
C                           Bb
 I would have 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, well lock me up, 
            C                         Bb
I want to  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 fading,

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 co's the sky is falling
I might go out and watch the moon explode, 
Give me directions to the highway crossing, 
I'll go lay 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