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Sunday Candy chords

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Hello!! This is my first transcription of a song so im not sure if its 100% correct... if you see any issues 
please let me know!! I used my ukulele to tab this out but im sure this can be played on all instruments.



           C                        G                   Am  F
She could say in her voice, in her way that she love me
                         C                              G                    Am  F
With her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, with her money

I am the thesis of her prayers.
     C                        G                         
Her nieces and her nephews are just pieces of the layers,
Am                                   F
Only ones she love as much as me is Jesus Christ and Taylor.
C               G
I got a future so I'm singing for my grandma
Am                      F
You singing too, but your grandma ain't my grandma!
C                       G
Mine's is hand made, pan fried, sun dried
Am                              F
Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide.
C                            G
Praying with her hands tied, president of my fan club,
Am                              F
Santa, something told me I should bring my butt to church!



C               
You gotta move it slowly,
G                              Am
Take and eat my body like it's holy.
F                                  C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week,
G                                       Am    F
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday, candy.



C                 G
Come on in this house, 
Am                 F
'cause it's gonna rain.
C           G
Rain down Zion, 
Am          F
it's gonna rain.
            C               G
You better come on in this house,
Am                 F
'cause it's gonna rain
C          G    Am          F
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain.


            C                               G
I come to church for the candy, your peppermints is the truth.
          Am                            F
I'm pessimistic on Monday if I had tweaked and missed you.
              C                           G
You look so good with that hat on, had to match with the shoes,
           Am                              F
Came and dressed in the satin, I came and sat in your pew.
             C                         G
I come to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my plate
        Am                                F
Hella holes in my stocking holding your pockets in place.
           C                             G
I like my love with a budget, I like my hugs with a scent
                 Am                     F
You smell like, light, gas, water, electricity, rent
                C                            G
You sound like why the gospel choir got so tired
                   Am                     F
And his praise is daily basis so I gotta try it.
                  C                          G
You're my dream catcher, dream team, team captain
                        Am                      F
Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute, lemme take my butt to church!


            C               G
You better come on in this house,
Am                 F
'cause it's gonna rain
C          G    Am          F
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain.
            C               G
You better come on in this house,
Am                 F
'cause it's gonna rain
C          G    Am          F
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain.

C               
You gotta move it slowly,
G                              Am
Take and eat my body like it's holy.
F                                  C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week,
G                                       Am    F
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday, candy.

C               
You gotta move it slowly,
G                              Am
Take and eat my body like it's holy.
F                                  C
I've been waiting for you for the whole week,
G                                       Am    F
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday, candy.


            C               G
You better come on in this house,
Am                 F
'cause it's gonna rain
C          G    Am          F
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain.
            C               G
You better come on in this house,
Am                 F
'cause it's gonna rain
C          G    Am          F    End on C
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain. 

            
            
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jcc2247 10 May 11, 2016 08:06 AM

These aren't the chords to Sunday Candy. Not even close. You'd be crushin it if this was Let It Be, but it's not.

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ignaciomendez 1,468 Dec 29, 2016 06:55 PM

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