Paycheques

A D A D Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides A D E Guess I'll take Sunday as mine A D A D Because on weekends I perform miracles Fm E D I turn paycheques into wine Fm E A D One working weeks' wage at a time A D A D Well, maybe it's time for getting on home A D E The sun is hanging low in the sky A D A D And the wine in my head turns to lewd thoughts Fm E D As it disorganises my mind Fm E A D But I seem to be that way inclined A D A D All these girls, they tempt me, Lord A D E With their long and flowin' hair A D A D But I only ask for the one I've lost Fm E D Whose perfume still fills the air Fm E A D Well, it's more than I can bear A D A D And so I go hungry, leavin' alone A D E I make it back home to my bed A D A D And the merciful sleep of a drunken man Fm E D Will drown all the things that she said Fm E A D From goin' round and round in my head Solo is over A D change then F# to B (2x) then E back to A to D A D A D And in the morning, the shadows fall longer A D E I sink back deep in my chair A D A D And I fall into a reverie Fm E D Imagining that she's there Fm E A D Well, it's more than I can bear A D A D Well, if Friday's for funerals and Saturday's for brides A D E I guess I'll take Sunday as mine A D A D On weekends I perform miracles Fm E D Turning paycheques into wine Fm E A D Turning memories of her into wine