Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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D     C     (x4)

D                    C
Ushering in the week he knelt down
D                        C
Crushed his brother's head in with a bone
D              C
It's my great privilege
D                      C
Oh babe, to walk you home

Chorus:
C                  D
In the Sunday rain
C                  D
Hop inside my coat
C                 G
In the Sunday rain
                                  F
The frogs are jumping in the gutters
                                G
Uh, leaping to God, amazed of love
                F
And amazed of pain
                                  D
Amazed to be back in the water again
C                 D
In the Sunday rain
C                 D
In the Sunday rain
C
Gets you right down to your soul

Bb       C
Oh Lord, oh Lord
D                      C
The children in the heavens
Bb               C
Jumping for joy, jumping for love
             D              C
And opening the sky above
                               D
So, take that gun out of your hand
C                                    D
'Cause all will be well say the bells
C                             D
It's Sunday morning and I'm holding your hand

C             G
Amazed of love and amazed of pain
                 F
Amazed to be back in the water
                        D
Back in the water again
C                            D
Take that gun out of your hand
C                D
In the Sunday rain
C                        Bb
Frogmarching you home, babe
              C                 D
Home to bed, yeah, in the Sunday rain
C                             Bb
Take that gun out of your hand
             C              D      C
Lord, kill me! In the Sunday rain
G        F                 Bb         C
Kill me! Kill me! In the Sunday rain
           D
Hop inside my coat
C                                         D
It's Sunday morning and I'm holding your hand
C                              D
Frogmarching us home to a bed made of tears
C                             D
Kris Kristofferson walks by kicking a can
C                                   D
In a shirt he hasn't washed for years

Hop inside my coat

Hop inside my coat