Sunday Mornin' Coming' Down

Johnny Cash

Tom: G

G                                      C
    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.
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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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and Sunday morning coming down.

                  G
    Well, I woke up Sunday morning,
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    with no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt.
                                                                   Em
    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 through my closet for my clothes,
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    and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
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    And I shaved my face and combed my hair,
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    and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

                       G
    Well, I`d smoked my brain the night before
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    with cigarettes and songs that I'd been a-pickin'.

    But I lit my first and watched a small kid
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    cussin' at a can that he was kickin'.
                  G
    Then I crossed the empty street and caught
              C                                                G         Em
     the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
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    And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
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    somehow, somewhere along the way.

                G
    In the park I saw a daddy
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    with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.
    And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
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    and listened to the songs that they were singin'.
                  G
    Then I headed back for home
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    and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
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    And it echoed through the canyon,
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    like a disappearin' dream of yesterday.