Neko Case - Bracing for sunday

I ^Adropped my gloves into the stove Hymns ^Aechoed out the grate I f^C#mell in love with ^F#mthose electric ^Dmaj7lights That drug me into ^Dmaj7town so late

To ^Animble, cunning, clever nights I r^Aailed behind them, deputized To ^C#mscrape the lens of ^F#mChristian eyes

I'm a ^DFriday night girl ^Fbracing for ^ESunday to ^Acome

I ^Aonly ever held one love Her ^Aname was Mary Anne She ^C#mdied having a ^F#mchild by her ^Dbrother He died because I ^Dmaj7murdered him

I ^Ashot him through his jelly eye I ^Awon myself his wicked life Now I ^C#m7thread-the-needle, ^F#mwaltz through mine

I'm a ^DFriday night girl ^Fbracing for ^ESunday to ^Amcome

I ^Amemptied onto shifting ^Fsheets ^AmStaring rosary holes in my ceiling ^AmWaiting for my purpose to ^Fdeliver And ^Areveal itself to ^Amme But ^Gall I hear are subway trains ^G#Bang against their bedrock lanes So I ^Ambang a little, too

I'm a ^DFriday night girl ^Fbracing for ^ESunday to ^Amcome ^FBracing for ^ESunday to ^Amcome