Good Morning
SparksVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Good morning, who are you?
I woke up and saw you
I'm dreaming, still dreaming
My life is now about to have some meaning
Good morning, I'm thinking
I must have been drinking
And said something clever
It must have been the best line from me ever
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
Good morning, you woke up
Got dressed up, hair messed up
While I fix you breakfast
I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious
Good morning in sorrow
I know that tomorrow
You'll be with some winner
Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner
Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank
Of some Mercedes Benz Who spends and spends and spends
on booked up restaurants, a thousand phony fronts
But will he ever wish you a good morning?
Thank you, God...
And did I stumble have a fall, hit my head against a wall
At some point did we trade vows? Are you just some high-priced service from uptown?
Good morning, buon giorno
Ohayo, Buenas dias
Hey, where you going? Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare me derision
I'll do my rendition
A lengthy recital
Of every song with foolish in the title
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Readable chord sheet for Good Morning by Sparks
[Am]Good morning[C], [G] who [Am]are you? [C] [G] I [Am]woke up [C] [G] and [Am]saw you [C] [G] I'm [Am]dreaming[C], [G]still [Am]dreaming [C] [G] [F]My life is now about to have some me[E]aning Good morning, I'm thinking I must have been drinking And said something clever It must have been the best line from me ever [C]Thank you, God, for [G]something [Dm]rare as this What surely[C] must have been [G]a holy [Dm]night of bliss [C]Gratitude for having [G]thought of[Dm] me I know your [C]time is tight, and [G]yet you [Dm]thought of me Good morning, you woke up Got dressed up, hair messed up While I fix you breakfast I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious Good morning in sorrow I know that tomorrow You'll be with some winner Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank Of some Mercedes Benz Who spends and spends and spends on booked up restaurants, a thousand phony fronts But will he ever wish you a good morning? Thank you, God... And [Am]did I stumble have a [E]fall, [G]hit my head against a [D]wall [Am]At some point did we trade[E] vows? [G]Are you just some high-priced [D]service from uptown? Good morning, buon giorno Ohayo, Buenas dias Hey, where you going? Hey, where you going? Does dasvedonya really mean good morning? Please spare me derision I'll do my rendition A lengthy recital Of every song with foolish in the title