Sunday Morning Coming Down
Category: | Calm |
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Link: | Performance Example |
Well, I Gwoke up Sunday morning
With no Cway to hold my Dhead that didn't Ghurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't Embad
So I had one more for Ddessert D7
Then I Gfumbled in my closet through my Cclothes
And found my cleanest dirty Gshirt Em
Then I Cwashed my face and Dcombed my hair
And Cstumbled down the Dstairs to meet the D7day
I'd Gsmoked my mind the night before
With Ccigarettes and Dsongs I'd been Gpicking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
EmPlaying with a can that he was Dkicking D7
Then I Gwalked across the street
And caught the CSunday smell of someone Gfrying chicken Em
And Lord, it Ctook me back to D7something
that I'd Clost somewhere, some Dhow along the Gway
On a GSunday morning Csidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was Gstoned
'Cause there's something in a DSunday D7
That makes a body feel a-Glone
And there's G7nothing short a' Cdying
That's half as lone-some as the G sound
Of the sleeping city Dsidewalk
And Sunday morning coming Gdown
In the Gpark I saw a daddy
With a Claughing little Dgirl that he was Gswinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And Emlistened to the songs they were Dsinging D7
Then I Gheaded down the street
And somewhere Cfar away a lonely bell was Gringing Em
And it Cechoed through the D7canyons
Like the Cdisappearing D7dreams of Gyesterday
On a GSunday morning Csidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was Gstoned
'Cause there's something in a DSunday D7
That makes a body feel a-Glone
And there's G7nothing short a' Cdying
That's half as lone-some as the G sound
Of the sleeping city Dsidewalk
And Sunday morning coming Gdown
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