Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon Flogging Molly # [A]You, you[D] never looked so[E] good Sipping [A]life dow[D]n like I wish I [E]could But these [A]sober tears ar[D]e all that's left to [E]shed Sandy's [D]soul, now made of [E]bread Face down beneath the rubble lies a man Tales of the future already in the past And of himself, well he hasn't much to say But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day [A]He said,[E] I left [D]my home where the dead never ros[E]e [A]But the streets of [E]gold I've yet to [D (chordiearchive.chordie.com)