G well i woke up sunday morninC with no way to hold my headG C G that didnt hurt and the beer i had for breakfast wasntEm D, C, C/B, Asus bad so i had one more for dessertG and i fumbled through my closetB C for my clothesG Em and found my cleanest dirty shirtC and i shaved my face and combed my hairA and stumbled down the stairsD to meet the day i'd smoked my brain the night before cigarettes and songs that i'd been pickin but i lit my first and watched a small kidcussin out a can he was kickin then i crossed the empty streets and cought the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken and it took me back to something that i'd lost somehow somewhere along the wayC on the sunday mornin sidewalkG wishin lord that i was stonedD C C/B Asus cause theres somethin in a sundayG that makes the body feel aloneEm C and theres nothin short of dyinG half as lonesome as the soundD C C/B Asus on the sleepin city sidewalkG sunday mornin comin down in the park i saw a daddy with a laughin little girl he was swingin and i stopped beside the sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin then i headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday on the sunday mornin sidewalk wishin lord that i was stoned cause theres somethin in a sunday that makes the body feel alone and theres nothin short of dyin half as lonesome as a sound on the sleepin city sidewalk sunday mornin comin down Chords UsedC G C/B Em Asus DE|--3--| e--3-- e----- e--0-- e--0-- e--0-- B|--1--| B--3-- b--3-- b--3-- b--3-- b--3-- G|--0--| G--0-- g--0-- g--0-- g--2-- g--2-- D|--2--| D--0-- D--x-- D--2-- D--2-- D--0-- A|--3--| A--2-- A--2-- A--2-- A--0-- A----- E|-----| E--3-- E----- E--0-- E----- E-----
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Shawn Mullins
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