Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Accordi Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Intro:
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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
                        
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So I had one more for dessert
       
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Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
                            
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt
      
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And 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 brain the night before
  
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On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
                                       
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
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Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
       
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Then I crossed the empty street
               
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And caught the Sunday smell 
                 
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of someone fryin' chicken
       
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And it took me back to somethin
              
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That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

                      
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk
                          
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Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
                              
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday
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 Makes a body feel alone
                             
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There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
                        
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Half as lonesome as the sound
                     
MI
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
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 Sunday mornin' comin' down

       
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In the park I saw a daddy
       
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With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
                              
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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Listened to the song they were singin'
       
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Then I headed back for home
              
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And somewhere far away 
                    
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a lonesome bell was ringin'
       
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And it echoed through the canyons
         
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Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

                      
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk
                          
LA
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
                              
MI
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
MI7                 
LA
 Makes a body feel alone
                             
RE
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
                        
LA
Half as lonesome as the sound
                     
MI
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
MI7                    
LA
 Sunday mornin' comin' down...

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