Chords for Shawn Mullins, Kris Kristofferson, Sunday Morning..., Cayamo 2014

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_ _ _ _ I woke up Sunday morning with [Eb] no way to hold [Bb] my head.
It didn't hurt.
_ [Eb] _
_ [Bb] _ _ The beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Eb] bad, so I had one more for [F] dessert. _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] Then I fumbled through my closet [Eb] for my clothes and found my cleanest, [Bb] dirtiest shirt.
One more of [Gm] this.
_ I [Eb] shaved my face and combed my hair [Cm] and stumbled down the stairs [F] to meet the day. _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] I smoked my grain the night before, [Eb] _
cigarettes and [Bb] songs that I'd been picking.
_ _ [Bb] _ _
But I lit my ferns, I watched [Gm] a small kid pressing out a can.
[F] He was kicking. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Then I crossed the empty street and I [Eb] caught the Sunday smell of [Bb] someone trying to pick.
_ _ [Gm] _ _
[Eb] And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [F] somewhere [Bb] along the way.
On _ _ the Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that [Bb] I was gone.
_ _ _ Because there's something [F] in a Sunday that _ _ makes a bad man [Bb] feel alone.
_ _ And if nothing we [Eb] should have died, _ _ it's half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound
_ _ _ of the sleeping [Fm] city side wall.
_ [Dm] _ [F] Sunday morning [Bb] coming down. _ _ _ _ _
In the park I saw a daddy [Eb] with a laughing _
_ [Bb] string. _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [Gm] _ listened to the song that [F] they were singing. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Then I headed back to home, [Eb] somewhere far away a lonesome [Bb] bell would ring.
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Eb] And it echoed through the camp like the disappearing [F] ring [Bb] yesterday.
_ _ [Bb] _ On the Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord [Bb] that I was gone.
_ _ Because there's something [F] in a Sunday that _ makes a bad [Bb] man feel alone.
_ _ _ And if nothing [Eb] we should have died, _ _ it's half as [Bb] lonesome as the sound
_ _ of the sleeping [F] city sidewalk.
_ [Dm] _ _
[F] Sunday morning [Bb] coming down. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
Can [Bb] y _ 'all sing that with me? _
Mm [Eb]-mm-mm.
_ _ _ Mm-mm-mm.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ Mm-mm-mm.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ Mm-mm-mm.
[Bb] _ How about that?
Because [Bb] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ there's something [F] in a Sunday.
That makes _ _ _ your body feel [Bb] alone.
_ _ _ There ain't anything sure [Eb] to die in.
_ _ _ It's half as lonesome as [Bb] the sound of the _ sleeping [F] city sidewalk.
_ [Fm] _ _ [Dm] Sunday morning [Bb] coming down.
_ _ _ _ The sleeping [F] city sidewalk.
[Eb] _ _ [Dm] _ [F] Sunday morning [Eb] coming down.
_ Woo!
Can y'all