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Song: Sunday Morning Comin' Down
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Album: The Taker/Tulsa (1971)
[Intro]
C
[Verse]
C
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
F C
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
C Am
And the beer I had for breakfast, it wasn't bad
G
So I had one more for dessert
C F
Then I fumbled through closet for my clothes
C Am
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
F
Washed my face and combed my hair
G
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse]
C
I'd smoked my brain the night before
F C
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
C Am
Lit my first and stood and watched a small kid
G
Cuss a can that he were kicking
C
Started across the street
F C Am
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
F
And it brought me back to something that I'd lost
G C
Somewhere, somehow along the way
[Chorus]
F
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
C
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
G
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
C
Makes a body feel alone
F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
C
Half as lonesome as the sound
G
On the sleeping city sidewalks
C G C
Sunday morning coming down
[Verse]
C
In the park I saw a daddy
F C
With a laughin' little girl that he was swinging
C
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Am G
And listened to the song that they were singing
C
Started back for home
F C AM
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
F
And it echoed through the canyons
G C
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
F
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
C
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
G
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
C
Makes a body feel alone
F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
C
Half as lonesome as the sound
G
On the sleeping city sidewalks
C G C
Sunday morning coming down
[Outro]
G
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
C G C
Sunday morning coming down
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