Lainey Wilson - Sunday Best аккорды

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Well, I pulled up
To that church of Christ
With a broken heart
And bloodshot eyes
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Too hungover to go inside
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So, I hung my head and drove on by

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             D#             A#
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
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With this aching in my chest
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So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack
             Gm
and Marlboro reds
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Drinking in my Sunday best

Thought I really, really knew him well
He was the one, far as I could tell
But last night I caught him with somebody else
And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell

Припев:
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad
paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking in my Sunday best

          F                D#          A#
Yeah, I know that I'll get over him in time
F                                D#              F
But right now forgiveness ain't something I can find

Припев:
And I don't feel like Hallelujah
With this aching in my chest
So here I sit out on some backroad
paper sack and Marlboro reds
Drinking, and I'm a mess
Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best

When I pulled up to that church of Christ
Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking
It's somethin' silly
Hell, Jesus turned water into wine
Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha
Whoo, I'm drunk
Hahaha


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