Sunday Morning Coming Down
Key: AbCapo 1English
Verse
GWell, I woke up Sunday morning
With no Cway to hold my Dhead that didn't Ghurt
And the Gbeer I had for breakfast wasn't Embad
So I had one more for desDsert
Then I Gfumbled in my cloG7set through my Cclothes
And found my cleanest, dirty Gshirt Em
Then I Cwashed my face, and Dcombed my hair
CAnd stumbled down the Dstairs to meet the day
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GI'd smoked my mind the G7night before
CWith cigarettes and Dsongs I'd been Gpicking
But I Glit my first and watched a small kid Em
Playing with a can that he was Dkicking
Then I Gwalked across the G7street
And caught the CSunday smell of someone's frying Gchicken Em
And Lord it Ctook me back to someDthin' that I Amlost somewhere
DSomehow along the Gway
Chorus
On a Sunday morning Csidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was Gstoned
Cause there's something in a DSunday
That makes the body feel Galone
And there's nothing short of Cdying
That's half as lonesome as the Gsound
Of the sleeping city Dsidewalks
And Sunday morning coming Gdown
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In the Gpark I saw a G7daddy
With a Claughing little Dgirl that he was Gswinging
And I Gstopped beside a Sunday school
EmAnd listened to the songs they were Dsinging
Then I Gheaded down the G7street
And somewhere Cfar away a lonely bell was rinGging Em
And it Cechoed through the Dcanyons
Like our Amdisappearing Ddreams of yesterGday
Chorus
On a Sunday morning Csidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was Gstoned
Cause there's something in a DSunday
That makes the body feel Galone
And there's nothing short of Cdying
That's half as lonesome as the Gsound
Of the sleeping city Dsidewalks
And Sunday morning coming Gdown