The Sundays - My Finest Hour

      My Finest Hour (Peel Sessions Version)
Emaj = 0 2 2 1 0 4

E E9 E E9 Emaj

        E                  C#m  B
And the world it shows me up
   E                     C#m
My clothes they show me up
  B                 E
I never knew this before
          C#m            B           E
My finest hour that I've ever known
              C#m           B
Was finding a pound on the underground

A       A7sus2        E E9 E E9

       E                     C#m    B
And my words came stumbling out
     E                C#m
Then I went tumbling out
     B                       E
I've never been hit before
               C#m                 B        E
And the finest hour that I've ever known
              C#m          B
Was finding a pound on the underground

    E         Esus2  C#m                 B
And I'll keep hoping you are the same as me
    E             Esus2       C#m                    B
And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
   E         Esus2 C#m                B
We are who we are, what do the others know?
    E         Esus2
But poetry is not for me
   C#m                B  A     A7sus2
So show me the way to go home

E E9 E E9 Emaj

        E                    C#m       B
And the words came stumbling out of my mouth
         E               A     A7sus2   A    A7sus4
And then I went tumbling out...

    E         Esus2  C#m                 B
But I'll keep hoping you are the same as me
    E             Esus2       C#m                      B
And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
   E          Esus2 C#m                  B
We are who we are   what do the others know?
    E         Esus2         C#m                B
But poetry is not for me so show me the way to go
    A         A7sus2
Oh, I'm going home

    E         Esus2  C#m              B
But I'll keep hoping you are the only one
        E             Esus2    C#m                    B
Yes and I'll send you letters, wouldn't it be such fun?
   E          Esus2 C#m                 B
We are who we are   whatever the others say

    E         Esus2
But poetry is not for me
    C#m                 B
And much as I'd like to stay
    A      A7sus2     E
Oh, I just want to go home