Chris de Burgh - Big city sundays

B^Girds ^Don the w^Ging, w^Ge are the l^Cost g^Gener^Dation W^Ge h^Dave to g^Go b^Greaking the h^Cearts ^Gof a n^Dation ^B7Oh but ^EmI'm fine, this c^Bity's ok, this is m^Emy time I'm f^Binding my way in this br^Cave n^Emew w^Gorld But there's ^Done thing

H^Cere on a Sunday, it's ^Galways the same The str^Deets are deserted, just m^Ge and the rain On b^Cig city Sundays, it's wh^Gen I'm alone I'm h^Amolding back the t^Dears, dreaming of h^Gom^De ^{C D C G D}

B^Girds ^Don the w^Gind, s^Gailing the h^Cighw^Gays of fr^Deedom B^Girds h^Dave to s^Ging, n^Geeding a dr^Ceam t^Go bel^Dieve in ^B7Oh but ^Emall changed, ^Butterly changed in this l^Emand That's l^Bosing it's way, like a sh^Cip ^Emadr^Gift on the ^Docean

H^Cere on a Sunday, it's ^Galways the same The str^Deets are deserted, just m^Ge and the rain On b^Cig city Sundays, it's wh^Gen I'm alone I'm h^Amolding back the t^Dears, dreaming of h^Gom^Ce ^{G D}

H^Come, where my h^Geart is H^Come, the s^Dea and the sky and that feeling inside And to b^D7e with my friends How I long for that feeling ag^Cai^Gn ^{D G C G D D7}

H^Cere on a Sunday, it's br^Ginging me down The str^Deets are deserted, there's n^Go one around On b^Cig city Sundays, it's wh^Gen I'm alone I'm h^Amolding back the t^Dears, dreaming of h^Gom^Ce ^{G D} On b^Cig city Sundays, it's wh^Gen I'm alone I'm h^Amolding back the t^Dears, dreaming of h^Gom^De ^{C D C G D} Dreaming of h^Gome