Sunday Morning Coming Down

INTRO A

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

	D	E	A
With no	way to hold my	head that didn’t	hurt

	A	F#m
And the	beer I had for breakfast wasn’t	bad

	E
So I had one more for	dessert

	A	D
Then I	fumbled in my closet through my	clothes

	A	F#m
And found my cleanest dirty	shirt

	D	Bm
Then I	washed my face and	combed my hair

D	E	A
Stumbled down the	stairs to meet the	day

I smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I’d been pickin’

But I lit my first and watched a small boy

Cussin’ at a can that he’d been kickin’

I crossed the empty street

Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken

And it took me back to somethin’ that I’d lost

Somewhere, somehow along the way

A	D
On a Sunday morning	sidewalk

	A
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was	stone

	E
’Cause there’s something in a	Sunday

	A
That makes a body feel	alone

	D
And there ain’t nothing short of	dying

	A
Half as lonesome as the	sound

	E
Of a sleeping city	sidewalk

	A
Sunday morning coming	down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughin’ little girl that he’d been swingin’

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Listened to the songs that they were singin’

I headed down the road,

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’

And it echoed through the canyon

Like a disappearin’ dream of yesterday

End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A

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