MISC COUNTRY - "sunday morning coming down" Tablature

SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet
Through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I washed my face and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Well I smokes my mind the night before
with cigarettes and songs that I'd been a'pickin'
Then I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something
that I lost somewhere somehow along the way


Chorus
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down


In the park I see a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was a'swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere for away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

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