Sunday Morning Coming Down
Kris Kristofferson
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Well I Gwoke up Sunday morning
with no Cway to hold my head, that didn't Ghurt
Gand the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't Embad so I had one more for desDsert
Then I Gfumble through my closet for
my Cclothes and found my cleanest dirty GshirtG/F#Em
and I Cshaved my face and combed my hair
and Amstumbled down the stairs to meet the Dday
I'd Gsmoked my brain the night before
on Ccigarettes and songs that I've been Gpickin'
Gbut I lit my first and watched a small kid
Emcussin' at a can that he was Dkicking
Then I Gcrossed the empty street and caught
the CSunday smell of someone fryin' GchickenG/F#Em
and it Ctook me back to Amsomethin' that
I'd Clost somehow Dsomewhere along the Gway
On the Sunday mornin' Csidewalks
wishing Lord that I was Gstoned
'cause there is something in a DSunday
that makes a body feel Galone
And there's nothin' short of Cdyin'
half as lonesome as the Gsound
on the sleepin' city Dsidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' Gdown
In the Gpark I saw a daddy with
a Claughing little girl who he was Gswingin'
Gand I stopped beside a Sunday school
and Emlistened to the song that they were Dsingin'
Then I Gheaded back for home and
somewhere Cfar away a lonely bell was Gringin'G/F#Em
and it Cechoed thru the Amcanyon like
the Cdisappearing Ddreams of yesterGday.
On the Sunday mornin' Csidewalks
wishing Lord that I was Gstoned
'cause there is something in a DSunday
that makes a body feel Galone
And there's nothin' short of Cdyin'
half as lonesome as the Gsound
on the sleepin' city Dsidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' Gdown
Doo doo doo doo doo Cdoo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo Gdoo
Doo doo doo doo doo Ddoo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo Gdoo