Big City Sundays chords

Chris de Burgh

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  			Chris de Burgh - Big City Sundays 
From the album: The Hands of Man (2014) 
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Intro: 
G D C D C G D  G 

 G    D       G     G          C    G   D     
Birds on the wing, we are the lost generation 
 G  D       G  G            C     G     D 
We have to go breaking the hearts of a nation 
B7     Em              B                  Em 
Oh but I'm fine, this city's ok, this is my time 
     B                       C    Em  G 
I'm finding my way in this brave new world 
            D 
But there's one thing 

 C                     G 
Here on a Sunday, it's always the same 
       D                        G 
The streets are deserted, just me and the rain 
    C                       G 
On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 
     Am               D                  G D C D C G D 
I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 

 G    D       G     G           C   G        D     
Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom 
 G     D       G     G          C    G    D 
Birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in 
B7     Em           B                        Em 
Oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land 
        B                        C  Em G          D 
That's losing it's way, like a ship adrift on the ocean 

 C                     G 
Here on a Sunday, it's always the same 
       D                        G 
The streets are deserted, just me and the rain 
    C                       G 
On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 
     Am               D                  G C G D 
I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 

 C              G 
Home, where my heart is 
 C         D                       
Home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside 
        D7 
And to be with my friends 
                              C G D G C G D D7 
How I long for that feeling again 

 C                       G 
Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me down 
       D                           G 
The streets are deserted, there's no one around 
    C                       G 
On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 
     Am               D                  G C G D 
I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 
    C                       G 
On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone 
     Am               D                  G D C D C G D 
I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home 
             G 
Dreaming of home