Sunday Morning Coming Down *[C] - Kris Krisofferson
[Verse 1]
C
Well I woke up Sunday morning
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with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
Am G
wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
C
Then I fumble through my closet for
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my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
F
and I shaved my face and combed my hair
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and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
C
I'd smoked my brain the night before
F C
on cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
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cussin' at a can that he was kicking
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Then I crossed the empty street and caught
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the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
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and it took me back to somethin' that
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I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks
C
wishing Lord that I was stoned
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'cause there is something in a Sunday
C
that makes a body feel alone
F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
C
half as lonesome as the sound
G
on the sleepin' city sidewalks
C
Sunday mornin' comin' down
C
In the park I saw a daddy with
F C
a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Am G
and listened to the song that they were singin'
C
Then I headed back for home and
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somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
F Dm
and it echoed thru the canyon like
F G C
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
[Chorus]
F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks
C
wishing Lord that I was stoned
G
'cause there is something in a Sunday
C
that makes a body feel alone
F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
C
half as lonesome as the sound
G
on the sleepin' city sidewalks
C
Sunday mornin' comin' down
[Outro]
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..
C
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...