Capo 4
| Intro |
| Em | C | C9 |
| (x2) |
| Verse 1 |
| Em | C | |
| It t | icks just like a timex, never l | ets up on you |
| G | D |
| Who said life was easy, the j | ob is never through |
| Em | C | |
| It'll | run us til' we're ragged, it'll h | arden out hearts |
| G |
| And love could use a day of rest |
| D | |
| Before we b | oth start falling apart |
| Chorus |
| G | Am7 | |
| Pray that it's r | aining on Sunday, s | tormin like crazy |
| C | G | D |
| We'll hide under the covers all aftern | oon |
| G | Dm7 | |
| Baby what | ever comes Monday, can | take care of itself |
| C | G | |
| Cause | we've got better things that we can | do |
| D | G | Dm7 | C | |
| When it's r | aining on S | unday |
| Verse 2 |
| Em | C | |
| Your l | ove is like religion, a c | ross in Mexico |
| G | D | |
| And your k | iss is like the innocence, of a p | rayer nailed to a door |
| Em | C | |
| Oh su | rrender is much sweeter, when | we both let go |
| G | |
| Let the w | ater wash our bodies clean |
| D | |
| And l | ove wash our souls |
| Chorus |
| G | Am7 | |
| Pray that it's r | aining on Sunday, s | tormin like crazy |
| C | G | D |
| We'll hide under the covers all aftern | oon |
| G | Dm7 | |
| Baby what | ever comes Monday, can | take care of itself |
| C | G | |
| Cause | we've got better things that we can | do |
| D | G | |
| When it's r | aining on S | unday |
| Instrumental |
| G | D | A | Em | |
| Ch | oru |
| G | Am7 | |
| Pray that it's r | aining on Sunday, s | tormin like crazy |
| C | G | D |
| We'll hide under the covers all aftern | oon |
| G | Dm7 | |
| Baby what | ever comes Monday, can | take care of itself |
| C | G | |
| Cause | we've got better things that we can | do |
| D | G | Dm7 | C | |
| When it's r | aining on S | unday |
| D | G | Dm7 | C | |
| When it's r | aining on S | unday |
| D | G | Dm7 | C | |
| When it's r | aining on S | unday | yeeeaa | hh |
| G | Dm7 | C | |
| Let it r | ain |
| G | Dm7 | C |
| (repeat til fade) |
