Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

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

CHORUS 
 5 6  7   7    7   -7  -7   -6
On a Sun-day morn-ing side-walk,
  7   7    7    -5  -6 6     6
Wish-in' Lord, that I was stoned,
   5      -5     6    6   -5 5  5   -4
'Cause there's some-thing in a Sun-day,
  -5  -5 5 -4    4  -4  5
Makes a bod-y, feel a-lone,
 6     6      7   7    7   -7 -7 -6
And there's noth-in' short of dy-in'
  7   7   7   -4   -5  5    5
Half as lone-some, as the sound,
 4 -4  5    5   -4 4  4    -3
On a sleep-in' cit-y side walk,
 -4  -4   4  -3   3  -3    4
Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down,
 5     6      7   7    7   -7 -7 -6
And there's noth-in' short of dy-in'
  7   7   7   -4   -5  5    5
Half as lone-some, as the sound,
 4 -4   5   5   -4 4  4    -3
On a sleep-in' cit-y side-walk,
 -4  -4   4  -3    3 -3    3
Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down,
 -4  -4   4  -3    3 -3    3
Sun-day morn-in' com-in' down.

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

CHORUS TO END


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