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Arnprior, On. Canada	SUNDAY MORNING COMMING DOWN

By    Kris Kristoferson

G   
Well I woke up Sunday morning 
         C              D7               G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
                                        Em
And the beer I had for breakfast was'nt bad 
                         D7
So I had one more for desert
        G                              C
Then I fumbled thru my closet for my clothes
                              G       Em
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
      C                 Am  
And I shaved my face & combed my hair
  C                 D                 G      C   G
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day


I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes
And songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first & watched a small kid cussin'
at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street & caught the Sunday
Smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somehow, somewhere along the way


        G        G7            C
Cho...	On the Sunday morning sidewalks
                                  G
	Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                                       D
	'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                                 G
	That makes a body feel alone	
                     G7               C
	And there's nothin' short o' dyin'
                                 G
	Half as lonesome as the sound
                                 D
	On the sleepin' city sidewalks
                                G
	Sunday morning comming down


In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little 
Girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home & somewhere 
far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.


Cho.....

Cho.....


Dan Nicholas
nicholdb@istar.ca