Heather's Like Sunday
Matthew GoodVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Had a map, had a chance left in a stolen car
Brochure sure looked like heaven but we knew we'd never make it that far
If the devil was a poet I doubt that he would know it
I doubt that he would win your hearts with simple words of flame like
Love is just a prison if there is no one there to listen and
Heathers like sunday
Lyrics:
Had a map had a chance left in a stolen car
The brochure looked like heaven but we knew we'de never make it that far
See fields and the poor towns flew by in the da--rk
And our plan my dear there she slips with one single shots to the (?)
heart full of strings, heart full of finer things
There is salvation out there, there are reasons for us to care
And on the wheel, try hard to breathe and feel
Cuz goin out's the easy part x2
And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
love is just a prison if there's no one there to listen and the truth is shallow water
you learn nothing when you came
Found a cause had a chance, dream with a cheap guitar
I know she belieed it but she knew I'd never make it that far
She says they'de follow me down if I didn't gi--ve myself away
So you just hold on tight and close your eyes and try damn not think about yesterday
She said Her father was a holy man who hid her from the world like a puppet in an
dress with plastic friends and pearls
And I never was much for dancin, so I was the leader of the band, and I played
waltzes with a revolver in my hand
A--nd over strings, a hand full of finer things
There is salvation in here, reasons for us to care
And on the wheel, tryh ard not to breathe and feel
Cuz goin out's the easy part x2
And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
love is just a meaning of someone else's dreaming and Heather's like sunday
And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
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Readable chord sheet for Heather's Like Sunday by Matthew Good
[G]Ha[Cadd9]d a ma[Asus4]p, had[Cadd9] a chance left in a stolen car [G]Br[Cadd9]ochure[Asus4] sure [Cadd9]looked like heaven but we knew we'd never make it that far [G]If[Em7] the devil was a poet I doubt that he would know it [Cadd9]I doub[G]t that he would win your hearts with simple words of flame like [G]Lo[Em7]ve is just a prison if there is no one there to listen and [Cadd9]Heathe[G]rs like sunday Lyrics: Had a map had a chance left in a stolen car The brochure looked like heaven but we knew we'de never make it that far See fields and the poor towns flew by in the da--rk And our plan my dear there she slips with one single shots to the (?) heart full of strings, heart full of finer things There is salvation out there, there are reasons for us to care And on the wheel, try hard to breathe and feel Cuz goin out's the easy part x2 And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like love is just a prison if there's no one there to listen and the truth is shallow water you learn nothing when you came Found a cause had a chance, dream with a cheap guitar I know she belieed it but she knew I'd never make it that far She says they'de follow me down if I didn't gi--ve myself away So you just hold on tight and close your eyes and try damn not think about yesterday She said Her father was a holy man who hid her from the world like a puppet in an dress with plastic friends and pearls And I never was much for dancin, so I was the leader of the band, and I played waltzes with a revolver in my hand A--nd over strings, a hand full of finer things There is salvation in here, reasons for us to care And on the wheel, tryh ard not to breathe and feel Cuz goin out's the easy part x2 And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like love is just a meaning of someone else's dreaming and Heather's like sunday And if the devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it and I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like