Heathers Like Sunday chords by Matthew Good

• Tuning: Standard

Tabbed By: Dukemaniac (dukemaniac40@hotmail.com)
Tuning: Standard

Chords:

G     -320033
Cadd9 -x32033
Asus4 -x02233
Em7   -022033

Just an acoustic guitar with some violins and maybe piano and bass

Intro/Verse:

Cadd9
Had a map, had a chance left in a stolen car
Cadd9
Brochure sure looked like heaven but we knew we'd never make it that far

Chorus :

Em7
If the devil was a poet I doubt that he would know it
G
I doubt that he would win your hearts with simple words of flame like
Em7
Love is just a prison if there is no one there to listen and
G
Heathers like sunday


Lyrics:
Had a map had a chance left in a stolen car
The brochure looked like heaven but we knew we'de never make it that far
See fields and the poor towns flew by in the da--rk
And our plan my dear there she slips with one single shots to the (?)
heart full of strings, heart full of finer things
There is salvation out there, there are reasons for us to care
And on the wheel, try hard to breathe and feel

Cuz goin out's the easy part x2

And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
love is just a prison if there's no one there to listen and the truth is shallow water
you learn nothing when you came

Found a cause had a chance, dream with a cheap guitar
I know she belieed it but she knew I'd never make it that far
She says they'de follow me down if I didn't gi--ve myself away
So you just hold on tight and close your eyes and try damn not think about yesterday
She said Her father was a holy man who hid her from the world like a puppet in an
dress with plastic friends and pearls
And I never was much for dancin, so I was the leader of the band, and I played
waltzes with a revolver in my hand
A--nd over strings, a hand full of finer things
There is salvation in here, reasons for us to care
And on the wheel, tryh ard not to breathe and feel
Cuz goin out's the easy part x2

And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
love is just a meaning of someone else's dreaming and Heather's like sunday
And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it