Every Third Monday chords - Sammy Kershaw

Sammy Kershaw Lyrics




Intro: G//A//Bm//G//D//A//D (A Three Count For Each Chord)

D
He drives to Charlotte, every third Monday, 
                      A          D
And checks into the Twelve Oaks Motel.

He calls it business, and he calls the number 
               A             D
Of a woman he knows all too well.

  G                          D
Every third Monday when his wife packs his suitcase, 
A                             D
He looks her straight in the eye.
  G           A    D           G
Every third Monday he finds a new way 
    D             A       D
To tell her that same old lie.

(Advance 1/2 Step to D#)

D#
Back home in Atlanta, in a cafe for lovers, 
                   Bb           D#
She slips off her gold wedding ring.

To a stranger in a back booth, she whispers I'd love to.
                      Bb           D# 
Two can play at this old cheatin' game.

 G#                  D#
Every third Monday, she packs his suitcase, 
Bb                             D#
She looks him straight in the eye.
 G#           Bb     D#         G# 
Every third Monday, she finds a new way 
    D#            Bb       D#
To tell him that same old lie.

G#           Bb     D#          G# 
Every third Monday, she finds a new way 
    D#            Bb       D#
To tell him that same old lie.


   
Intro: G//A//Bm//G//D//A//D (A Three Count For Each Chord)

D
He drives to Charlotte, every third Monday, 
                      A          D
And checks into the Twelve Oaks Motel.

He calls it business, and he calls the number 
               A             D
Of a woman he knows all too well.

  G                          D
Every third Monday when his wife packs his suitcase, 
A                             D
He looks her straight in the eye.
  G           A    D           G
Every third Monday he finds a new way 
    D             A       D
To tell her that same old lie.

(Advance 1/2 Step to D#)

D#
Back home in Atlanta, in a cafe for lovers, 
                   Bb           D#
She slips off her gold wedding ring.

To a stranger in a back booth, she whispers I'd love to.
                      Bb           D# 
Two can play at this old cheatin' game.

 G#                  D#
Every third Monday, she packs his suitcase, 
Bb                             D#
She looks him straight in the eye.
 G#           Bb     D#         G# 
Every third Monday, she finds a new way 
    D#            Bb       D#
To tell him that same old lie.

G#           Bb     D#          G# 
Every third Monday, she finds a new way 
    D#            Bb       D#
To tell him that same old lie.