Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Accordi Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

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 Well, I woke up Sunday morning
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                        MIb7
So I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt
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Then I washed my face and combed my hair
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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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I'd smoked my mind the night before
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With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
                       
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
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 Playing with a can that he was kicking
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Then I walked across the street
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And caught the Sunday smell 
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of someone's fryin' chicken
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And Lord it took me back to something that I lost
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Somewhere, somehow along the way

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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        LAb
That makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothin' short of dyin'
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That's half as lonesome as the sound
                     MIb7
Of the sleeping city sidewalks
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And Sunday morning coming down

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In the park I saw a daddy
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With a laughin' little girl that he was swinging
                        
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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And listened to the songs they were singing
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Then I headed down the street
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And somewhere far away, 
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a lonely bell was ringing
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And it echoed through the canyons
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Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday

                    REb
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
                              LAb
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
                              MIb7
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                        LAb
That makes a body feel alone
                             REb
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                               LAb
That's half as lonesome as the sound
                     MIb7
Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
                          LAb
And Sunday morning coming down

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