Sunday Morning Coming Down chords by R. Dean Taylor
Verse 1
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
C
With no way to hold my head
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That didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
Em
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Bad so I had one more for dessert
Verse 2
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Then I fumbled through my closet
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For my clothes
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Em
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
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And I shaved my face
And combed my hair
Am
And stumbled down the stairs
To meet the day
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Verse 3
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I'd smoked my brain the night before
C
With cigarettes and songs
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That I've been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
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Cussin' at a can that he was kickin
Verse 4
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Then I crossed the empty street and
C
Caught the sunday smell
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Em
Of someone fryin chicken
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And it took me back to something
C
That I'd lost somehow
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Somewhere along the way
Verse 5
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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 dy ing
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Half as lonesome as the sound
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On the sleeping city sidewalk
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Sunday morning coming down
Verse 6
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In the park I saw a daddy
C
With a laughing little girl
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He was swingin
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
Em
And listened to the song
That they were singing
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Verse 7
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Then I headed back for home
C
And somewhere far away
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Em
A lonely bell was ringing
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Am
And it echoed thru the canyon like
C
D
The disappearing dreams
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C
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of yesterday
Verse 8
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On the sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing lord that I was stoned
D
Cause therels something in a sunday
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That makes a body feel alone
C
And there's nothing short of dying
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Half as lonesome as the sound
D
On the sleeping city sidewalk
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Sunday morning coming down
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Sunday Morning Coming Down
R. Dean Taylor
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