Intro G verse 1 G C G G Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt G Em D D and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. G C G Em Then I fumbled through my closet trough my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt C Am D D then I washed my face, combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. verse 2 G C G G I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin', G Em D D but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kickin'. G C G Em Then I walked across the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken, C Am C D G G and, Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way.
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C C G G On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned D D G G 'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone. C C G G And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound D D G G on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down. verse 3 G C G G In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swingin' G Em D D and I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'. G C G Em Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' C Am C D G G and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. End-Chorus C C G G On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned D D G G 'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone. C C G G And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound D D G G on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down. Outro C G D G C G D G C G
Enviado por: Heber De Oliveira Almeida
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