Chords for Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to hold my head that [C] it didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [A] wasn't bad, [Am] so I had one more [G] for dessert.
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ Then I [C] fumbled through my closet [F] for my clothes and found my cleanest, [C] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [B] _ [A] _ [Am] _ _ And I [F] shaved my [Dm] face and combed [F] my hair and stumbled [Dm] down the stairs to meet [G] the day.
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I'd smoked my brain the night [F] before with cigarettes and songs that [C] I'd been picking.
_ _ _ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid cussing out a can that he was kicking.
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[C] Then I crossed the empty street and [F] caught the Sunday smell of someone frying [C] chicken.
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[F] And it took me [Dm] back to something [F] that I'd lost [G] somehow, somewhere along [C] the way.
_ _ _ On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, _ [Gm] _ [F] I was wishing, Lord, that I was [C] stoned.
Cause _ _ there's something in a [G] Sunday that _ _ makes the body feel [C] alone.
_ _ [Am] _ [C] And there's nothing short of [F] dying, _ _ _ _ half as lonesome as the [C] sound of _ [F] _ [C] _
a sleeping city [G] sidewalk.
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[G] Sunday morning coming [C] down, _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ in the park I saw a daddy, _ [F]
a laughing [G] little girl that he [C] was swinging.
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[C] _ _ _ I stopped beside the Sunday school [Am] and listened to the songs that they [G] were singing.
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_ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _ [G] [C] Then I headed back for home and [F] somewhere far away a lonely [C] bell was ringing. _
_ [B] _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] And it echoed [Dm] through the canyon _ like the disappearing [Gm] [C] dreams of yesterday.
_ [F] _ _ [C] On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, _ [Bb] _ [F] I was wishing, Lord, that I was [C] stoned.
_ _ _ [C] _ Cause there's something in a [G] Sunday that _ _ makes the body feel [C] alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothing short [F] of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome as the [C] sound of [F] _ [C] _ _ a [G] sleeping city sidewalk.
[F] _ [G] _ Sunday morning [C] coming down.
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[C] _ _ _ _ On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, _ _ [F] _ I was wishing, Lord, that [C] I was stoned.
_ [F] _ [C] _ Cause there's something in a [G] Sunday that _ _ makes the body feel [C] alone.
_ _ _ And there's [Cm] nothing short [F] of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome as [C] the sound of _ _ a sleeping [G] city sidewalk.
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