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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
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(A)Well, I woke up Sunday mornin',
With no (D)way to hold my (E)head that didn't (A)hurt,
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't (D)bad,
So I had (E)one more for de(A)sert,
Then I fumbled in my closet through my (D)clothes,
And found my (E)cleanest dirty (A)shirt,
Then I (D)washed my face and (E)combed my hair,
And (D)stumbled down the (E)stairs to meet the (A)day,
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I smoked my mind the night before,
With (D)cigarettes and (E)songs I'd been (A)pickin',
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
(D)Playin' with a (E)can that he was (A)kickin',
Then I walked across the street and caught,
The (D)Sunday smell of (E)someone fryin' (A)chicken,
Lord it (D)took me back to (E)something that,
I (D)lost somewhere, some(E)how along the (A)way,
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On a Sunday mornin' (D)sidewalk,
I'm wishin' Lord that I was (A)stoned,
'Cause there's something in a (E)Sunday,
That makes a body feel (A)alone,
And there's nothin' short of (D)dyin',
That s half as lonesome as the (A)sound,
Of the sleepin' city (E)sidewalk,
And Sunday mornin' comin' (A)down,
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In the park I saw a daddy with a,
(D)Laughin' little (E)girl that he was (A)swingin',
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And (D)listened to the (E)songs that they were (A)singin',
Then I headed down the street and somewhere,
(D)Far away a (E)lonely bell was (A)ringin',
And it (D)echoed through the (E)canyon,
Like (D)disappearing (E)dreams of yester(A)day,
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On a Sunday mornin' (D)sidewalk,
I'm wishin' Lord that I was (A)stoned,
'Cause there's something in a (E)Sunday,
That makes a body feel (A)alone,
And there's nothin' short of (D)dyin',
That s half as lonesome as the (A)sound,
Of the sleepin' city (E)sidewalk,
And Sunday mornin' comin' (A)down.