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sunday morning comin down2 Kris Kristofferson
Well I [G]woke up Sunday morning
with no[C] way to hold my head, tha[G]t didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't bad so[Em] I had one more for desse[D]rt
Than I [G]fumble through my closet for
my clothes and found my cleanest dir[C]ty shirt[G]
and I shaved my face and c[Em]ombed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs to mee[D]t the day
I'd smo[G]ked my brain the night before
and cig[C]arettes and songs that I've been pickin'[G]
but I lit my first and watched [Em]a small kid
cussin' at a can that he was ki[D]cking
Then I [G]crossed the empty street and caught
the sun[C]day smell of someone fryin' chi[G]cken
and it took me back to somethin' that
I'd lo[Em]st somehow somewhere along [D]away
On a sunday mornin' sidewa[C]lks
wishing Lord that I was[G] stoned
'cause there is something in a sunday[D]
that makes a bod[G]y feel alone
And there's nothin' short o[C]f dyin'
half as lonesome as the s[G]ound
on the sleepin' city si[D]de walks
Sunday mornin' comin' do[G]wn
In the[G] park I saw a daddy with
a laug[C]hing little girl who[G] he was swingin'
and I stopped beside a s[Em]unday school
and listened to the song that they were [D]singin'
Then I [G]headed back for home and
somewhe[C]re far away a lonely bell was r[G]ingin'
and it echoed thru the can[Em]yon like
the disepparing dreams of y[D]esterday.
Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics.