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Well, I Gwoke up Sunday morning with no Cway to hold my head that didn't Ghurt G
and the Gbeer I had for breakfast wasn't Embad, so I had one more for desDsert. D
Then I Gfumbled through my closet trough my Cclothes and found my cleanest dirty Gshirt Em
then I Cwashed my face, combed my hair and Amstumbled down the stairs to meet the Dday. D
I'd Gsmoked my mind the night before with Ccigarettes and songs that I've been Gpickin', G
but I Glit my first and watched a small kid Emplaying with a can that he was Dkickin'. D
Then I Gwalked across the empty street and caught the Csunday smell of someone fryin' Gchicken,Em
and, Lord, it Ctook me back to Amsomething that I'd Clost somewhere somDehow along the Gway. G
On the sunday morning CsidewalkC, wishing, Lord, that I was Gstoned G
'cause there's something in a DsundayD that makes a body feel aGlone. G
And there's nothing short of CdyingC half as lonesome as the Gsound G
on the sleeping city DsidewalkD and sunday morning coming Gdown. G
In the Gpark I saw a daddy with a Claughing little girl he was Gswingin' G
and I Gstopped beside the Sunday school and Emlistened to the song that they were Dsingin'.D
Then I Gheaded back for home and somewhere Cfar away a lonely bell was Gringin' Em
and it Cechoed thru the Amcanyon like the Cdisappearing Ddreams of yesterGday. G
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On the sunday morning CsidewalkC, wishing, Lord, that I was Gstoned G
'cause there's something in a DsundayD that makes a body feel aGlone. G
And there's nothing short of CdyingC half as lonesome as the Gsound G
on the sleeping city DsidewalkD and sunday morning coming Gdown. G
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