Sunday Evening chords by The Black Angels

During the verses slide from Bb to B and F to F# to make it sound better

Play Eb like 022000

Intro:

E     E  Eb  E  Eb  E  Eb  E  Eb

A  Ab  A  Ab  A  A#  B

Verse:
B
What if I told you  that everything you know
B
Isn't even really  true?
F#
I don't think that you think much, do ya?
F#
You don't think that I notice, do ya?
B

And if I told you that nothing matters in the end
B
I'm not sure if you care much, do ya?
B
I don't guess that you scare much, do ya?

Pre-Chorus:
C#     F#                         E
I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear
C#     F#                         E
I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear

Chorus:
B
I can do what you can
B      F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
        B
Even if my pockets broke too
         F#                      B
I can do anything that you can do

Verse 2:
B
One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death
B
And just one day away from you
F#
Then I think that you care more, won't ya?
F#
I'm pretty sure that you'll pay more, won't ya?
B
Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth?
F#
I don't know that you know much, do ya?
F#
Not that anyone does, now do they?

Pre-Chorus:
C#     F#                           E
I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear
C#   F#                           E
I am tired of those fears we have, dear
C#      F#                                E
We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear

Chorus:
B
I can do what you can
B       F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
        B
Even if my pockets broke too
        F#
I can do anything that you can do
B
Looking into the future
        F#
I got a wild thought in my head
            B
It turns me up like a fightin' machine
           F#                         B
It Turn me off like a worship machine

Outro:
E Eb E Eb E   A Ab A Ab A Ab

E  Eb  E  Eb  E  Eb  E  Eb
Show someone else your loin
A  Ab  A  Ab  A  Ab  A  Ab
Watch their head hit the floor
E  Eb  E  Eb  E  Eb  E  Eb
Pray to, pray what for
A  Ab  A  Ab  A  Ab  A  Ab
Watch all heads hit the floor
G#  G  G#  G  G#  G  G#
Keys, all gold and more
F#  F  F#  F  F#  F  F#
Love us, not what for
F
All the way past Sunday evening
E        Eb
All the way to Monday's door