Whiskey On A Sunday

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Oh, he sits at the corner of 
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Beggars Bush, astride of an old 
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packing case,
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And the dolls at the end of the 
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plank were dancing, as he crooned 
with a smile
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on his face

[Chorus]
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Come day, go day, wishing me 
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heart it was Sunday
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Drinking buttermilk all the week,
           G            C
 and it's whiskey on a Sunday

[Verse]
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His tired old hands from the 
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wooden beam,
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And the puppets they danced up and 
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down
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A far better show than you ever 
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will see,
       G                   C
In the fanciest theatre in town

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[Chorus]
Am         Dm      G            
Come day, go day, wishing me 
           C
heart it was Sunday
Am                   Dm          
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
           G            C
 and it's whiskey on a Sunday

[Verse]
    C          Am      Dm      F
In nineteen o two old Seth Davy 
died,
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His song, it was heard no more
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His three dancing dolls in the 
 Dm            F
dustbin were thrown,
        G                      C
And the plank went to mend the back 
door

[Chorus]
Am         Dm      G            
Come day, go day, wishing me 
           C
heart it was Sunday
Am                   Dm          
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
           G            C
 and it's whiskey on a Sunday

[Verse]
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On some stormy night if you're 
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passing that way,
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With the wind blowing up from the 
  C
sea
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You may still hear the song of old
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 Seth Davy,
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As he croons to his dancing dolls 
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three

[Chorus]
Am         Dm      G            
Come day, go day, wishing me 
           C
heart it was Sunday
Am                   Dm          
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
           G            C
 and it's whiskey on a Sunday
Am                   Dm          
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
           G            C
 and it's whiskey on a Sunday