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G Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' With no way toC hold my head that didnD7't hurt. G
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasn't bad, Emso I had one more for des-sert. D7 Then I fumblGed in my closet C GThrough my clothEmes and found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washeCd my face and combed my hair D And stumbAm7led down the stairs to meeD7t the day.
I'd smGoked my brains the night before CWith cigarettes and songs I'dD7 been pickin'. G
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em Playin' with a can that he was kickin'. D7 Then I walkeGd across the street C G And caught the SundaEmy smell of someone's fryin' chicken. And, Lord, it took me Cback to something D That I losAm7t somewhere, somehow alD7ong the way. G
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk, C I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned. G 'Cause there's something in a Sunday D7 That makes a body feel a-lone. G And there's nothin' short of dyin' C That's half as lonesome as the sound G Of the sleepin' city sidewalks D7 And Sunday mornin' comin' down. G
In the parGk I saw a Daddy With a laughCin' little girl thaD7t he was swingin'. G
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
EmAnd listened to the songs they were singin'. D7 Then I headeGd down the streets C G And somewherEme far away a lonely bell was ringin', C D Am7And it echoed D7through the canyons lGike a disappearin' dreams of yes-terday.
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk, C I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned. G 'Cause there's something in a Sunday D7 That makes a body feel a-lone. G And there's nothin' short of dyin' C That's half as lonesome as the sound G Of the sleepin' city sidewalks D7 And Sunday mornin' comin' down. G
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