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CWell I woke up Sunday morning
With no Fway to hold my head that it Cdidn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't Ambad
So I had one more for Gdessert G7 C G7
Then I Cfumbled through my closet
For my Fclothes and found my cleanest Cdirty Amshirt
And I shaved Fmy face and G7I combed my hair and
Stumbled Fdown the stairs to meet the G7day
I Csmoked my brain the night before
With Fcigarettes and songs that I had been Cpickin'
But I Clit my first and watched a small kid
Amcussin' at a can that he was Gkickin' G7 C G7
And I Ccrossed the empty street
And caught the FSunday smell of someone Cfryin' Amchicken
And it took Fme back to G7somethin'
That I 'd Flost somewhere G7somehow Calong the way
CHORUS
On the Sunday mornin' Fsidewalk
Wishin' Lord that I was Cstone
'Cause there's somethin' in G7Sunday
That makes a body feel Calone C7
And there's nothing short of Fdyin'
Half as lonesome as the Csound
Of a sleepin' city Gsidewalk G7 F
Sunday G7mornin' comin' Cdown
In the park I saw a daddy
With a Flaughing little girl that he was Cswingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And Amlistened to the songs that they were Gsingin' G7 C G7
And I Cheaded back for home
And somewhere far Faway a lonely bell was Cringin' Am
And it Fechoed through the G7canyon
Like the Fdisappearing G7dreams of Cyesterday
CHORUS (2x)
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