CHORUS:
Sunday will never be the same.
I’ve lost my Sunday song,
He’ll not be back again.

#2.
Sunny afternoons that make me feel so warm inside,
have turned as cold and gray as ashes,
as I feel the embers die.
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed.
I must be on, the sun is gone and I think it’s gonna rain.

CHORUS:

ADD:
I remember children..feeding flocks of pigeons.
I remember sunshine..[/]and [/]you [/]were mine.

CHORUS:(Key Change to E)
Sunday will never be the same.
I’ve lost my Sunday song,
he’ll not be back again.

ADD:
Sunday will never be the same.(x3)

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.

A mecca flat woman
Makes a good man feel bad (she’ll make him cry)
A mecca flat woman
Makes a good man feel bad (she’ll make him cry)
Give him cocaine and whiskey
But she’ll never let him die

I’m gonna find
A mecca flat man today (oh baby)
I’m gonna find
A mecca flat man today
Because i’ve got the blues baby
And somebody’s got to pay

What are we gonna do
When they burn the barrel house down (down, down, down)
What are we gonna do
When they burn the barrel house down
We’ll move the jazz band outside
And barrel-house on the ground

Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind
Talk about blues baby
I got the meanest kind
I got those mecca flat blues
Can’t get ‘em off my mind[A7/G]

A7/G xx2223