Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

INTRO: G7

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Well I woke up Sunday mornin' 
D7           G7
with no way to hold my head that 
didn't hurt
                         Em7    
And the beer I had for breakfast 
             D7
wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for 
dessert
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Then I fumbled through my closet 
      C7         G7   Em7
for my clothes and found my cleanest
 dirty shirt
    C7        Am7          C7
And I shaved my face, combed my 
           D7         G7
hair, stumbled down the stairs to 
meet the day


Well I smoked my brain the night 
before on cigarettes and songs I'd 
been a-pickin
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But I lit my first and watched a 
small kid cussin' at a can that he 
was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street 'n 
caught the Sunday smell of someone 
fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' 
that I lost somehow somewhere along 
the way


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           C7     C            
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk   
      G7
wishin' Lord that I was stoned
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'Cause there's somethin' in a 
         G7
Sunday, makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothin' short of dyin'
           G7
  half as lonesome as the sound
            D7                  G7
On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday 
mornin' comin' down

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In the park I saw a daddy with a 
laughin' little girl that he was 
swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
 and listened to the song that they 
were singin'
Then I headed back for home and 
somewhere far away a lonely bell was
 ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon 
like the disappearin' dreams of 
yesterday

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