Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down --- Kris Kristofferson

Well I [G]woke up Sunday morning

With no [C]way to hold my head, that didn't [G]hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast

Wasn't [Em]bad -- so I had one more for des-[D]sert

Then I [G]fumbled through my closet for

My [C]clothes and found my cleanest dirty [G]shirt 

And I shaved my face and combed my hair 

And [Em]stumbled down the [D]stairs to meet the [G]day

I'd [G]smoked my brain the night before

On [C]cigarettes and songs that I'd been [G]pickin'

I lit my first and watched a small kid

[Em]Cussin' at a can that he was [D]kicking

Then I [G]crossed the empty street and caught

The [C]Sunday smell of someone fryin' [G]chicken

And it took me back to somethin' that

I'd [Em]lost somehow, some-[D]where along the [G]way

               [G]On a Sunday mornin' [C]sidewalk

               Wishing Lord that I was [G]stoned

               'Cause there’s something in a [D]Sunday

               (That) makes a body feel a-[G]lone

               And there's nothin' short of [C]dyin'

               Half as lonesome as the [G]sound

               Of the sleepin' city [D]sidewalk

               And Sunday mornin' comin' [G]down

In the [G]park I saw a daddy with

A [C]laughing little girl who he was [G]swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And [Em]listened to the song that they were [D]singin'

Then I [G]headed back for home and

Some-[C]where a distant lonely bell was [G]ringin'

And it echoed through the canyon like

The [Em]disappearing [D]dreams of yester-[G]day.

               [G]On a Sunday mornin' [C]sidewalk

               Wishing Lord that I was [G]stoned

               'Cause there’s something in a [D]Sunday

               (That) makes a body feel a-[G]lone

               And there's nothin' short of [C]dyin'

               Half as lonesome as the [G]sound

               Of the sleepin' city [D]sidewalk

               And Sunday mornin' comin' [G]down

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