INTRO  A 
 

Well, I woke up Sunday morning 
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With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 
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And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad 
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So I had one more for dessert 
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Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes 
                            A      F#m 
And found my cleanest dirty shirt 
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Then I washed my face and combed my hair 
 
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day 
 
I smoked my mind the night before 

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' 

But I lit my first and watched a small boy 

Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin' 

I crossed the empty street 

Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken 

And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost 

Somewhere, somehow along the way 
 

A                       D 
    On a Sunday morning sidewalk 
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I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone 
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
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That makes a body feel alone 
                                 D 
And there ain't nothing short of dying 
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Half as lonesome as the sound 
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Of a sleeping city sidewalk 
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Sunday morning coming down 
 
In the park I saw a daddy 

With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin' 

And I stopped beside a Sunday school 

Listened to the songs that they were singin' 

I headed down the road, 

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' 

And it echoed through the canyon 

Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday 
 
Chorus 

End the song strumming 
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