[Intro] E  G  A

[Primeira Parte]

            E
Well it was sunday, bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free Derry air

[Segunda Parte]

         G
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
        A 
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lidds!

[Refrão]

B             A
Sunday bloody sunday
       G             B
Bloody sunday's the day!

[Terceira Parte]

          E
You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald isle

[Quarta Parte]

         G
When Stormont bans our marchers
They've got a lot to learn
      A 
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn to burn!

[Refrão]

B             A
Sunday bloody sunday
       G             B
Bloody sunday's the day!

[Solo] E  G  A