Sunday Mornin Comin Down chords

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[A]Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
With no [D]way to hold my [E]head that didn't [A]hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't b[F#m]ad
So I had one more for des[E]ert
Then I [A]fumbled in my closet through my c[D]lothes
And found my cleanest dirty [A]shirt
Then I [D]shaved my face and [E]combed my hair
And [D]stumbled down the [E]stairs to meet the [A]day.

[A]I?d smoked my mind the night before
With [D]cigarettes and [E]songs I'd been [A]pickin'
So I lit my first and watched a small kid
[F#m]Cussin' at can that he was [E]kickin'
Then I [A]crossed the street and caught
The [D]Sunday smell of someone fryin' [A]chicken
And it [D]took me back to [E]something that
I [D]lost somewhere, some[E]how along the [A]way.

[CHORUS]
On a Sunday mornin' [D]sidewalk [E]
Wishin' Lord that I was [A]stoned
Cause there's something in a [E]Sunday
That makes a body feel [A]alone.
And there's nothin' short of [D]dyin' [E]
Half as lonesome as the [A]sound
Of the sleepin' city [E]sidewalk
Sunday Mornin' Comin' D[A]own.

[A]In the park I saw a daddy with a
[D]Laughin' little [E]girl that he was [A]swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And [F#m]listened to the songs that they were s[E]ingin'
Then I [A]headed down the street and somewhere
[D]Far away a lonely bell was [A]ringin'
And it [D]echoed through the [E]canyon
Like a [D]disappearing [E]dreams of yester[A]day.