G C G Jet trails cut across a Winthrop county sky C G Em D G That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die G C There's a beautiful black gelding and he's waiting G there for me C G Em D Pissed off and raising neck hairs at in shoot number G three Last night, they were pulling pints of pesky Pendleton Snuck away from the fire, slept there with the grass and wind I looked up at Heaven, saw how small I really was I wanna build a house and burn it down just because G C And you're smirkin' like an asshole with a cheek G full of tobacco C G Em D In the back of some Bronco in some town you've never G been Chorus: C G D G C Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty five C G D G If I make it out at all I pray you're right here by C my side C G D G C And if I'm going down, then I'm going down true C G D C If I got anyone to thank then it will always be you What the hell am I doing? Who the hell am I? How I miss the scripture, oh, Sunday's the day to die And granddad sure was punchy, but loved Jesus to his core I wanna die today so I can learn to live for more Chorus: Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side And if I'm going down, then I'm going down true If I got anyone to thank, then it'll only be you If I got anyone to thank, then it'll always be you Jet trails cut across the Winthrop County sky That's why I reckon Sunday is a good day to die | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em G |