Sunday Morning Coming Down chords and lyrics - FARON YOUNG

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[Verse 1]
[G]Well, I woke up Sunday morning
with no [C]way to hold my head.
[G]That didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast
was[Em]n't bad,
so I had one [G]more for [D]dessert.
And [G]I fumbled in my closet,
threw my [C]clothes,
and found my cleanest, [G]dirtiest [Em]shirt
Then I [C]washed my face and
combed my hair,
[Am]stumbled down the stairs [D]to greet the day
I [G]smoked my mind the night before
[C]With cigarettes and songs
that I'd [G]been pickin'
And I lied my first and watched
a small kid
[Em]Cussin' out a can that he'd [D]been kickin'
I [G]crossed the empty street
and caught the [C]country smell
of someone [G]cookin' [Em]chicken
And it [C]took me back [Am]to somethin'
[C]I lost somew[D]here,
[G]somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning [C]sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I [G]was stoned
Cause there's something [D]in a Sunday
That makes the body feel [G]alone
And there's nothing short [C]of dyin'
That's half as lonesome [G]as the sound
Of a sleepin' city [D]sidewalk
And a Sunday mornin' comin' [G]down
In the park
I saw a daddy with a [C]laughin' little girl
that [G]he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
to [Em]listen to the song that they [D]were singin'.
I [G]headed on toward a home somewhere
[C]And heard a lonely bell a -[G]rin[Em]gin'
And [C]it echoed in the canyon
[Am]Like the d[C]isappearing
[D]dreams of yester[G]day
On a Sunday morning [C]sidewalk
Wishing, Lord, that I [G]was stoned
[D]