Mark Lanegan - Ugly sunday

^F#I feel your blood run cold ^F#And it's a rainy Sunday morning ^F#I count the million miles I'm driftin' From^E here, to ^Bhell ^F#Today

^F#Behind their windows people stare ^F#Can't recognize the kindness there ^F#Just prayers for drownin' ships at s^Eea ^BNone for me ^F#And you...

^AIt'll take a hard ra^Bin to wash your tast^F#e away Still^A I wish there was a r^Beason left to st^F#ay Yeah..

^F#I'm drunk half blind ^F#And it's an ugly Sunday morning ^F#The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to br^Eeak ^BApart, like ^F#me

^F#Why if all the world's stopped turnin' ^F#How can all this rain keep fallin' ^F#Washin' me a million miles ^Eaway ^{B F#}From you ^AWhy if I'm ^Bso alone n^F#ow ^AIs it getting har^Bd, to say goodbye n^F#ow ^F#Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye... ^F#Oooooooohh.