From: [email protected] (Sam Booker)
Subject: PRO:he_forgot_it_was_sunday by john prine
Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 14:47:24 -0700 (MST)
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{t:He Forgot It Was Sunday}
{st:(John Prine)}
{st:From the John Prine album «Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings» ( Oh Boy Records, 1995)}
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[G]The motel lights were blin[C]kin’
On my [D]chartreuse four-door [G]Lincoln
On the dock the fish were st[C]inkin’
I simply [D]didn’t have a [G]care.
And the old men sit ’round the cr[C]acker barrels
The chi[D]ldren hum their Chri[G]stmas Carols
The train tracks all run par[C]allel
But they’ll[D] all meet up o[G]ne day
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On a [G]dusty pew in a ves[C]tibule
Sits the [D]Devil playing po[G]cket pool
He’s waiting for the [C]next poor [Am]fool
Who for[D]got that it was [G]Sunday
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[G]We used to tell each ot[C]her lies
With our o[D]range plastic bu[G]tton eyes
In a former life on a mo[C]tel chair
I was Ch[D]arlie Parker’s Teddy B[G]ear
Yeah, me and Bird we’d s[C]tay up late
I u[D]sed to watch him conte[G]mplate
While his horn would sit by the wi[C]ndow and wait
Till it was t[D]ime for him to b[G]low it
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[G]The only song I e[C]ver knew
Was Mo[D]onlight Bay on the A[G]venue
These are tales from the De[C]vil’s Chin
Charlie, [D]I could’ve been a cont[G]ender
And the old men sit ’round the cr[C]acker barrels
The ch[D]ildren hum their Chr[G]istmas Carols
The train tracks all run par[C]allel
But th[D]ey’ll all meet up one d[G]ay
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He for[Am]got that [D]it was [G]Sunday [Am] [D] [G]
{ci: A short wait, please ..}
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On a [G]dusty pew in a ves[C]tibule
Sits the ole Red [D]Devil playing po[G]cket pool
He’s waiting for the [C]next poor [Am]fool
Who for[D]got that it was [G]Sunday
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And the old men why there’re sittin’ ’round their cracker barrels
And the children yeah they’re out hummin’ those Christmas Carols
And all those ole rusty train tracks
They’re running parallel
But they’ll all meet up one day (Fade…)
