Sunday Morning Coming Down chords by Aye Hobos

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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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and it didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for
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breakfast wasn't bad,
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so I had one more for dessert.
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Then I fumbled through
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my closet 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 stairs
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to meet the day
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I'd smoked my brain the night before
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on cigarettes and songs
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that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first
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and watched a small kid cussin'
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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 frying chicken
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And it took me back to something
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that I'd lost somehow some
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where 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 dyin'
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Half as lonesome as the sound
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All asleep in the city sidewalks
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Sunday morning, comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
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with a laughing little girl
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who he was swinging
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 canyons
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D 
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like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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On the Sunday morning
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sight horse
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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 side walls,
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Sunday morning coming down
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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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