Sunday Morning Comin' Down
Kris Kristofferson • Key:
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Sunday Morning Comin' Down
Kris Kristofferson
#From: ludwig@ufclnx.unt.dec.com (Ludwig Alberter)
Well, I
C
woke up in the morning
with no
F
way to hold my head that didn't
C
hurt;
And the
C
beer I had for breakfast was not
Am
bad,
so I had one more for de
G7
sert.
Then I
C
fumbled through my closet for my
F
clothes
and found my cleanest dirty
C
shirt,
Am
And I
F
shaved my face and combed my hair
and
Dm
stumbled down the
Dm7
stair to meet the
G7
day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before
with cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin';
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin' at a can the he was kickin';
The I crossed the empty street and caught
the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken;
And it
F
took me back to
Dm7
somethin' that I'd
F
lost somehow
G7
somewhere along the
C
way.
Chorus
C
On the Sunday mornin'
F
sidewalks, wishin', Lord, that I was
C
stoned,
'Cause there's something in a
G
sunday
Dm7
makes a
G7
body fell a
C
lone;
And there's nothin' short of
F
dyin' half as lonesome as the
C
sound
on the sleeping city's
G7
sidewalks; Sunday mornin' comin'
C
down.
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swingin';
And I stopped beside a Sunday School and listened to the song that they were singin';
Then I headed back for home, and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin';
And it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
Chorus
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