Sundays by Lucinda Williams

A D A D I can't seem to make it through Sunday A D A D I can't seem to make it through Sunday C#m Bm C#m Bm Monday through Saturday I get by just fine C#m Bm C#m Bm Every other day of the week I feel alright E Bm E Bm7 But I don't know why, I don't know why I can't seem to make it through Sunday I can't seem to make it through Sunday Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes But how come that's the day I always get the blues And I don't know why, I don't know why I can't seem to make it through Sunday I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Ever since you had to go I just carry on But deep down inside I know there's something wrong And I don't know why, I don't know why I can't seem to make it through Sunday...