Sunday Bloody Sunday Lyrics Guitar Chords By Tommy Sands
.Another great song from Tommy who also wrote ''There Were Roses'' which is also on this site.
G C
They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
D G
Calling out for civil rights and freedom
C
And peace was on the banner that was blowing in the breeze
D G
All upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Some were chatting with their lovers, some were walking holding hands
Some were dreaming of a greater future dawning
But who could tell that darkness would descend upon their dreams
All upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Screaming, then a burst of blood, oh Jesus someone cried
A lad of seventeen is lying dying
And thirteen more would follow him before the day would end
Oh cursed be that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
And calling out for civil rights and freedom
But now it was a flag of blood that fluttered in the breeze
A curse upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
G C
They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
D G
Calling out for civil rights and freedom
C
And peace was on the banner that was blowing in the breeze
D G
All upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Some were chatting with their lovers, some were walking holding hands
Some were dreaming of a greater future dawning
But who could tell that darkness would descend upon their dreams
All upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Screaming, then a burst of blood, oh Jesus someone cried
A lad of seventeen is lying dying
And thirteen more would follow him before the day would end
Oh cursed be that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
They were walking, they were talking, they were laughing, they were singing
And calling out for civil rights and freedom
But now it was a flag of blood that fluttered in the breeze
A curse upon that Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Sunday Bloody Sunday Lyrics And Chords John Lennon recorded by Eire Og, The Wolfe Tones and by John Lennon.
[AmWell it was sunday
bloody sunday
When they shot the people[C] there
The[Am] crys of thirteen marty martyrs
Filled the free derry[Em air.
Is there[Am] any one among you
Dare to blame it on the [C]kids?
Not a[Am] soldier boy was
bleeding
When they nailed the
coffin lidds!
[C]Sunday bloody [G]sunday
Bloody [Am]sunday's the[E] day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald asle.
When Stormont bans
our marchers
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn
to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody
Union Jacks
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold on to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day
Yes it's always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls and roads free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for London or for Rome
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day
[AmWell it was sunday
bloody sunday
When they shot the people[C] there
The[Am] crys of thirteen marty martyrs
Filled the free derry[Em air.
Is there[Am] any one among you
Dare to blame it on the [C]kids?
Not a[Am] soldier boy was
bleeding
When they nailed the
coffin lidds!
[C]Sunday bloody [G]sunday
Bloody [Am]sunday's the[E] day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald asle.
When Stormont bans
our marchers
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn
to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody
Union Jacks
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold on to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day
Yes it's always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls and roads free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for London or for Rome
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day
Tommy Sands singing
