Haynes Susan - Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress guitar tab

Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress - Susan Haynes

D G D

I can barely feels the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no.

D G D

How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head?

Bm Em

An' who'd've ever thought I'd not complain about a mess

G

Serves me right, I guess, this is what I get

Em G D

For eatin' crackers with my gin, an' drinkin' in my Sunday dress

D G D

Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed.

D G D

Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead.

Bm Em

I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes

G

I love to play the part of the damsel in distress

Em G D

Flickin' ashes in my coffee, drinkin' in my Sunday dress

Chorus 1:

G C

Well I've been on the road to this

G C

An' I've been on the way to this

G C

But who'd 'a think it'd come to this

G D A

Don't let on you've seen me like this, like this

My old transistor's soundin' just as twangy as a Fender

My radiator growls like Elvis after Sunday dinner

I've drained my last Tequila and I've thrown away the blender

I've poured out all the wine; from now on nothin' but the best

Cognac an' Patsy Cline, while drinkin' in my Sunday dress

Chorus 2:

Well I've been on the road to this

An' I've been on the way to this

I surely ain't a hypocrite

I've had my fun and now I must confess

Our Reverend is a kingly soul, repents 'em on a dime

His Bible is not inked in gold, he’s not the cheatin' kind

One Sunday after meetin', I was in the greetin' line

He said: "I've seen you from the altar, "Gulpin' down Communion wine."

"Just remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine."

I said: "Remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine."