John Prine
John Prine - He Forgot It gitaar chord
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# # From: booker@elvice.ib.stortek.com (Sam Booker) Subject: PRO:he_forgot_it_was_sunday by john prine Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 14:47:24 -0700 (MST) #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------- #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #------------------------------------------------------------------------------ {no_grid:} # {t:He Forgot It Was Sunday} {st:(John Prine)} {st:From the John Prine album "Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings" ( Oh Boy Records, 1995)} # # Chords by Sam Booker (booker@elvice.stortek.com) # {ci:Intro - Capo on 2:} # {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|------- B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|------- G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0----- D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- {eot:} [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 {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} 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 {eoc:} [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 {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|------- B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|------- G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0----- D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- {eot:} [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 {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} He for[Am]got that [D]it was [G]Sunday [Am] [D] [G] {ci: A short wait, please ..} {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|------- B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|------- G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0----- D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- {eot:} {ci:Spoken} 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 {sot:} G C D G C Am D G E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|------- B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|------- G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0----- D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|------- {eot:} {ci:Spoken} 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...)