Black Sunday Jethro Tull
Black Sunday Em D
Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday
with f[C]reezing rains melting and no [G]trains running
and s[F]ad eyes passing in w[Em]indows flimsy and
my [Bm]seat rocking from [D]legs not quite matching
Got [C]passport, credit cards, a pl[D]ane that I'm catching
Black Su[C]nday falls one d[D]ay too soon[Em]
The ta[Em]xi that takes me will be [D]moving too quickly
My s[C]uitcases simply too f[G]ull for the closing
of pan[F]ts, shirts and kisses all p[Em]acked in a hurry
Two be[Bm]st-selling paper backs ch[D]osen at random ---
no sig[C]n of sales-persons to w[D]hom I might hand them
Black Sun[C]day falls one d[D]ay too soon[Em]
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And down at the airport are probably waiting a few thousand passengers, overbooked seating Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas --- connections broken and Special Branch waiting conspicuously standing in holiday clothing Black Sunday falls one day too soon Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy Down to the gate with the old mood upon me Get out and chase the small immortality born in the minute of my next returning Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning Homecoming one day too soon And back at the house there's a grey sky a-tumbling Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving ...one day too soon
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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