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/************** SUNDAY MORNIN' COMIN' DOWN *************/

written and performed by Kris Kristofferson.

Capo on the first fret.

Verse 1:
	       G
	Well I woke up Sunday morning
	       C			G
	with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

	and the beer I had for breakfast
                     Em			      D
	wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert


Verse 2:
	       G
	Than I fumble through my closet for
                                            C                                             G
	my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
				  Em
	and I shaved my face and combed my hair
				           D
	and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Verse 3:
	       G
	I'd smoked my brain the night before
	       C                                                          G
	and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
				       Em		
	but I lit my first and watched a small kid
			               D
	cussin' at a can that he was kicking


Verse 4:
	       G
	Then I crossed the empty street and caught
	       C			      G	
	the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

	and it took me back to somethin' that
	      Em		         D
        I'd lost somehow somewhere along away


Chorus:
	 /		          C
	On a sunday mornin' sidewalks
			       G
	wishing Lord that I was stoned
			                       D
	'cause there is something in a sunday
			G
	that makes a body feel alone

        			   C
	And there's nothin' short of dyin'
			         G
	half as lonesome as the sound
			       D
	on the sleepin' city side walks
			        G
	Sunday mornin' comin' down


Verse 5:
	      G
	In the park I saw a daddy with
	      C			  G
	a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
				Em
	and I stopped beside a sunday school
			                        D
	and listened to the song that they were singin'


Verse 6:
	       G
	Then I headed back for home and
	       C			      G		
	somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
				  Em	
	and it echoed thru the canyon like
	       			   D
	the disepparing dreams of yesterday.



Thanks to Jan Ekeland for the lyrics. 
Perret Charles.E-mail:perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr