Sunday Mornin' Coming' Down Teclado

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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 
                          D   D7 
So I had one more for dessert 
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Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes 
                             G    Em 
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 
Em                            D      D7 
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                       C 
    On a Sunday morning sidewalk 
                                G 
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone 
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'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
                         G   G7 
That makes a body feel alone 
                                  C 
And there ain't nothing short of dying 
                         G    Em 
Half as lonesome as the sound 
                    D 
Of a sleeping city sidewalk 
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And Sunday morning coming down 

        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 
    Em                                   D      D7 
And listened to the songs that they were singin' 
        G 
Then I headed back for home 
              C                            G     Em 
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