Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress chords and lyrics - SUSAN HAYNES

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[Verse 1]
[D]I can barely feel the sheets
with all these crumbs down in my bed
Oh no, how can I get to sleep
with all this buzzing in my head?
And [Bm]who'd have ever thought
I'd not com[Em]plain about a mess?
[G]Serves me right
I [D]guess, [G]this is what I [D]get
We're eatin' crack[Em]ers with my gin
and drinkin' [A]in my Sunday [D]dress
The telephone is by the bottle
which is [G]al ways by [D]my bed
Time to time I give it a rattle
to make [G]sure that it's not [D]dead
I will [Bm]wait here for your call
till I run [Em]out of cigarettes
I [G]love to play [D]the part of
[G]a damsel [D]in distress
Flickin' [Em]ashes in my coffee,
drinkin' [A]in my Sunday [D]dress
Well, [G]I've been on the [C]road to this
And [G]I've been on the [C]way to this
Got [G]who to thank and [C]come to this
[G]Don't let on you've [C]seen me [D]like this
[A]Like this
My [D]oil transistor soundin' just
as [G]twangy as a [D]fender[A][D]
My radiator growls like Elvis
af[G]ter Sunday [D]dinner
I've [Bm]drained my last tequila
and I've [Em]thrown away the blender
I've [G]poured out [D]all the wine
and I want [G]nothin' but [D]the best
[Em]Cognac and Patsy Cline
while drinkin' [A]in my Sunday [D]dress
Well [G]I've been on the [C]road to this
and [G]I've been on the [C]way to this
I [G]surely ain't a [C]hy pocrite,
[G]I've had my fun and [C]now
I must con[D]fess[A]
Our reverend [D]is a kingless soul,
repents on a dime
His Bible is not inked in gold,
he's not [A]the cheat[D]in' kind
One [Bm]Sunday after meetin',
I was [Em]in the green line I
I've [G]seen you [D]from the altar,
up and [G]down,
commu[D]nion -wide
Just remem[Em]ber who's beside you
when it's no [A]business of [D]mine
I said, remem[Em]ber who's beside you
when it's no [A]business of [D]mine
you