Johnny Cash - Sunday morning coming down

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^GWell, I woke up Sunday morning With no ^Cway to hold my ^Dhead that didn't ^Ghurt And the ^Gbeer I had for breakfast wasn't ^Ebad So I had one more for ^Ddessert Then I ^Gfumbled in my closet through my ^Cclothes And found my cleanest dirty ^Gshirt ^E Then I ^Cwashed my face and ^Dcombed my hair Stumble^Ad down the ^Dstairs to meet the day

^GWell I smoked my mind the night before With ^Ccigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' ^G

But I lit my first and watched a small boy

^ACussin' at a can that he'd been ^Dkickin' ^GI crossed the empty street Caught the ^CSunday smell of someone fryin' ^Gchicken And it ^Ctook me back to ^Dsomethin' that I'd ^Alost Somewhere, ^Dsomehow along the ^Gway

On a Sunday morning ^Csidewalk I'm wishing, Lord, that I was ^Gstone 'Cause there's something in a ^DSunday That makes a body feel a^Glone And there ain't nothing short of ^Cdying Half as lonesome as the ^Gsound Of a sleeping city ^Dsidewalk Sunday morning coming ^Edown

In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs that they were singin' I headed down the road, Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday