A Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'D E A With no way to hold my head that didn't hurtF#m And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't badE So I had one more for desertA D Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothesA And found my cleanest dirty shirtD E Then I shaved my face and combed my hairD E A And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.A I?d smoked my mind the night beforeD E A With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin' So I lit my first and watched a small kidF#m E Cussin' at can that he was kickin'A Then I crossed the street and caughtD A The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chickenD E And it took me back to something thatD E A I lost somewhere, somehow along the way. [Chorus]D E On a Sunday mornin' sidewalkA Wishin' Lord that I was stonedE Cause there's something in a SundayA That makes a body feel alone.D E And there's nothin' short of dyin'A Half as lonesome as the soundE Of the sleepin' city sidewalkA Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down.A In the park I saw a daddy with aD E A Laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday schoolF#m E And listened to the songs that they were singin'A Then I headed down the street and somewhereD A Far away a lonely bell was ringin'D E And it echoed through the canyonD E A Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday.
Sunday Mornin Comin Down
David Allan Coe
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