Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

INTRO: G7 
 
                                       C              D7               G7 
Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 
                                        Em7                       D7 
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for dessert 
        G7                              C                    C7              G7   Em7 
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 
       C7              Am7              C7                D7                G7 
And I shaved my face, combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day 
 
 
Well I smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs I'd been a-pickin 
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kickin' 
Then I crossed the empty street 'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken 
And it took me back to somethin' that I lost somehow somewhere along the way 
 

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                        C7     C                          G7 
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk   wishin' Lord that I was stoned 
                               D7                         G7 
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone 
                             C7   C                          G7 
And there's nothin' short of dyin'  half as lonesome as the sound 
                    D7                            G7 
On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' 
And I stopped beside a 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 ringin' 
And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday 
 
CHORUS 
 
Mmmm.... (like lyrics of CHORUS)