Lainey Wilson - Sunday Best

Capo: 3rd fret

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Well, I pulled up
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To that church of Christ
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With a broken heart
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And bloodshot eyes
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Too hungover to go inside
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So, I hung my head and drove on by

[Chorus]
C G
And I don’t feel like Hallelujah
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With this aching in my chest
C G Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C D G N.C.
Drinking in my Sunday best

[Verse 2]
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Thought I really, really knew him well
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He was the one, far as I could tell
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But last night I caught him with somebody else
G D G
And yeah, that preacher’s son can go to hell

[Chorus]
C G
And I don’t feel like Hallelujah
D G
With this aching in my chest
C G Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C D G
Drinking in my Sunday bеst

[Bridge]
D C G
Yeah, I know that I’ll get over him in timе
D C D
But right now forgiveness ain’t something I can find

[Chorus]
C G
And I don’t feel like Hallelujah
D G
With this aching in my chest
C G Em
So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds
C D G
Drinking, and I’m a mess
C D G
Yeah, I’m drinking in my Sunday best

[Tag]
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When I pulled up to that church of Christ
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Oh, I’m gonna be here just drinking
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It’s somethin’ silly
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Hell, Jesus turned water into wine
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Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha
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Whoo, I’m drunk
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Hahaha

[Outro]
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