INTRO: G7 

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Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 
                         Em7                 D7
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for dessert 
    G7                   C              C7         G7   Em7
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 
    C7        Am7          C7           D7         G7
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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           C7     C                  G7
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk   wishin' Lord that I was stoned 
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'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 
            D7                  G7
On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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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 
 
CHORUS 
 
Mmmm.... (like lyrics of CHORUS)