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Whiskey On A Sunday chords

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Chorus:

F#        B      E                          A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F#                  B              E            A           
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday

A                          B
He sits on the corner, of 'ol beggars bush, 
E                        A
On top of an old packing crate
                                   B
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
       E                          A
And he croons with a smile on his face


Chorus
F#        B      E                          A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F#                  B              E            A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday

A                        B
His tired old hands, tug away at the strings
        E                         A
And the puppets they dance up and down
                           B
A far better show than you ever would see
       E                   A
In the fanciest theatre in town

Chorus:
F#       B       E                          A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F#                  B              E            A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday

A                          B
I'm sad to relate that old Seth Davy died,
    E                    A
 In Nineteen Hundred and Four
                              B
The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
    E                       A
His song will be heard nevermore

Chorus:
F#       B        E                         A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F#                  B              E            A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday

                                 B
And some stormy night, when your passing that way
        E                          A
And the wind's blowing up from the sea
                              B
You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
      E                           A
As he croons to his dancing dolls three

Chorus:  (Repeat and end )
F#       B        E                         A
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F#                  B              E            A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday





            
            
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