Sunday Morning Coming Down (Acordes)

Capo 1st fret



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    Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'

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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.



And the beer I had for breakfast

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Wasn't bad, so I had one more for des-sert.

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Then I fumbled in my closet

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G               Em

Through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.

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Then I washed my face and combed my hair

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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.



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I'd smoked my brains the night before

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With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.



But I lit my first and watched a small kid

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     Playin' with a can that he was kickin'.

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Then I walked across the street

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                    Em

And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken.

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And, Lord, it took me back to something

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That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.



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On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,

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I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.

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'Cause there's something in a Sunday

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That makes a body feel a-lone.

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And there's nothin' short of dyin'

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That's half as lonesome as the sound

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Of the sleepin' city sidewalks

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And Sunday mornin' comin' down.



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In the park I saw a Daddy

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With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.



And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Em                                                     D7

And listened to the songs they were singin'.

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Then I headed down the streets

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            Em

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin',

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Am7           D7                   G

And it echoed through the canyons like a disappearin' dreams of yes-terday.



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On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,

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I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.

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'Cause there's something in a Sunday

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That makes a body feel a-lone.

                                             C

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

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That's half as lonesome as the sound

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Of the sleepin' city sidewalks

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And Sunday mornin' comin' down.







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