G Well, I woke up Sunday morningC D G With no way to hold my head that it didn't hurtEm And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't badD D7 So I had one more for dessertG C Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothesG Em And found my cleanest dirty shirtC D And I shaved my face and combed my hairC D D7 And stumbled down the stairs to meet the dayG Well, I`d smoked my brain the night beforeC D G With cigarettes and songs that I'd been a-pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kidEm D D7 Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'G Then I crossed the empty street and caughtC G Em The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chickenC D C And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lostD G G7 Somehow, somewhere along the wayG C On a Sunday morning sidewalkG I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoneD D7 'Cause there's something in a SundayG G7 That makes a body feel aloneC And there ain't nothing short of dyingG Em Half as lonesome as the soundD Of a sleeping city sidewalkD7 G C G And Sunday morning coming downG In the park I saw a daddyC D G With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday schoolEm D D7 And listened to the songs that they were singin'G Then I headed back for homeC G Em And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'C D And it echoed through the canyonC D G G7 Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday
Sunday Mornin' Coming' Down
Johnny Cash
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