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Sunday Morning Coming Down, performed by Johnny Cash
Corrected by Justin Shaffer (email protected)
The chords were written right next to the lyrics, making it very hard to read indeed. I took the liberty of retyping it for any future users, but I'm not sure about the correctness of chord location. I just retyped what was already there. ;)
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AWell, I woke up Sunday morning,
With noD way to hold my Ehead that didn't Ahurt,
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bDad,
So I had Eone more for deAssert,
Then I fumbled in my closet through my cDlothes,
And found my Ecleanest dirty Ashirt,
Then I Dwashed my face and Ecombed my hair,
And Dstumbled down the Estairs to meet the Aday,
I smoked my mind the night before,
With Dcigarettes and Esongs I'd been Apicking,
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
PDlaying with a Ecan that he was Akicking,
Then I walked across the street and caught,
The DSunday smell of Esomeone frying Achicken,
Lord it Dtook me back to Esomething that,
I Dlost somewhere, somEehow along theA way,
On a Sunday morning Dsidewalk,
I'm wishing Lord that I was Astoned,
'Cause there's something in aE Sunday,
That makes a body feel Aalone,
And there's nothing short of Ddying,
That?s half as lonesome as the Asound,
Of the sleeping city Esidewalk,
And Sunday morning coming Adown,
In the park I saw a daddy with a,
LDaughing little Egirl that he was Aswinging,
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And Dlistened to the Esongs that they were Asinging,
Then I headed down the street and somewhere,
FDar away a Elonely bell was Aringing,
And it Dechoed through the Ecanyon,
Like Ddisappearing Edreams of yesteArday,
On a Sunday morning Dsidewalk,
I'm wishing Lord that I was Astoned,
'Cause there's something in a ESunday,
That makes a body feel Aalone,
And there's nothing short of Ddying,
That?s half as lonesome as the sAound,
Of the sleeping city Esidewalk,
And Sunday morning coming Adown.
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