Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down chords by Freddy Quinn

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Verse 1
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Well,
I woke
up Sunday morning
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With no way to hold my head,
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that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for
breakfast wasn't bad
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So  I had one more for dessert
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And I fumbled through my closet
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for my clothes
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And found my cleanest dirty shirt
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And I shaved my face and combed my hair
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And stumbled down the stair
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to meet the day
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I'd smoked my brain the night before
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Cigarettes and songs that
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I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched
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a small kid
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Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
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Then I crossed the empty street
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and caught the Sunday smell
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Of someone fryin' chicken
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And it took me back to something
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That I'd lost somehow,
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somewhere along the way
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing, 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 alone
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And there's nothing short of dying
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Half as lonesome as the sound
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On the sleeping city sidewalk
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Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy with
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a laughin' little girl
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that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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and listened to the song that
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they were singing
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Then I headed back for home
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and somewhere far away
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a lonely bell was ringing
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And it echoed through the canyon
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Like the disappearing
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dreams of yesterday
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On the Sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing, Lord, that I  was stoned
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Cause there's something in a Sunday
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Makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothing short of dying
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Half as lonesome as the sound
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On the Sleepin' City sidewalk
Sunday morning comin'
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down
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Makes a body feel alone
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On the sleeping city side walk
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Sunday morning coming down