Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
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Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for dessert
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Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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And I shaved my face, combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Well I smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs I'd been a-pickin
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street 'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that I lost somehow somewhere along the way
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On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
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And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
Mmmm.... (like lyrics of CHORUS)
NOTE 2: There's a chorus singing a hymn after Stevens sings "...song that they were singin'."
Thanks to randykall, I know that hymn to go: "Bringin' in the sheaves, bringin' in the sheaves."
NOTE 3 (yeah, too many notes): There are quite a few walk-downs in this song; in fact,
pretty much every chord in the verses is a walkdown. Just start with the bass note and
go down, and add any interesting little picking patterns you want.