Six Thirty Sunday Morning

Am Am7 D Am7 Six-thirty Sunday morning Em7 A Dm7 And it's raining G The kind of rain Bdim E7 You only find on the west side Am7 D Am7 Six-thirty Sunday morning Em7 A7 Dm7 Someone's jogging the way he runs G Bm7 E7 Makes me think he's from the east side Am7 It's beautiful Cm F G You can get in tune E Emaj7 And see more life alone F#7 B7 On a Central Park morning E Am A Than on a country afternoon Am7 D Six-thirty early autumn Am7 Em7 A Leaves have fallen Dm7 Let 'em sleep G A A7 They will keep my secret A F#m7 A I wish there were more rainy Sundays D Am7 G Dm7 G7 To make up for Saturday nights C C7 I wish there were more rainy Sundays F N.C. F Bb To make up for Saturday nights