SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY, 1

     a - C - F       a - C - F

   a            C                F
1.   I can't believe the news today,
a                 C                F
    oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away.

C              d                                                  
    How long? How long must we sing this song? 
C                  d     ~ ~
    How long, how long?
              a      C   F                   a      C   F
    'Cause tonight,     we can be as one, tonight!

   a          C              F
2.    Broken bottles under children's feet,
a             C               F
    bodies strewn across the dead-end street.
a                C               F
    But I won't heed the battle call,
a               C                F
    it puts my back up, puts my back up  against the wall.

a       C           F        a        C           F
    Sunday, bloody Sunday.        Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Dis      d           C        Dis - d - C      a - C - F      a - C - F 
     Sunday, bloody Sunday.

   a          C               F
3.   And the battle's just begun,
a                 C                 F
    there's many lost, but tell me who has won?
a                 C              F
    The trenches dug within our hearts,
a                  C                  F
    and mother's children, brothers, sisters torn apart.

a       C           F        a        C           F
    Sunday, bloody Sunday.        Sunday, bloody Sunday.


SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY, 2

C              d                                                  
    How long? How long must we sing this song? 
C                  d    ~ ~
    How long, how long?
              a      C    F                   a      C   F
    'Cause tonight,      we can be as one, tonight!
a       C           F        a        C           F
    Sunday, bloody Sunday.        Sunday, bloody Sunday.

    a - C - F     a - C - F     a - C - F     a - C - F

a-C-F                     a               -C-F            a             
          Wipe the tears from your eyes !      Wipe your tears away !
-C-F                    a            -C-F                 a
         Oh, wipe your tears away !        Oh, wipe your tears  ! (away)
        C           F        a        C           F
    Sunday, bloody Sunday.        Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Dis      d           C          Dis - d - C
     Sunday, bloody Sunday. 
Dis      d           C        Dis - d - C     a - C - F    a - C - F 
     Sunday, bloody Sunday. 

   a             C            F
3.    And it's true we are immune,
a                 C            F
    when fact is fiction and T.V. reality.
a          C                F
    And today the millions cry,
a                C            F
    we eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
a             C               F
    The real battle`s just begun,   
a                 C       F
    to claim the victory Jesus won, on
a       C           F        a        C           F        - a
    Sunday, bloody Sunday.        Sunday, bloody Sunday

(Orig. = Capo 2)    (Dis = D#)        (U2)