SUNDAY MORNING COMIN' DOWN

Kris Kristofferson as performed by Shawn Mullins

play it in G with capo on third fret!

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Well, I	woke up sunday morning

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with no	way to hold my head that didn't	hurt;

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And the	beer I had for breakfast was not	bad,

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so I had one more for de	sert.

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Then I	fumbled through my closet for my	clothes

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and found my cleanest dirty	shirt,

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And I	shaved my face and combed my hair

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	and stumbled down the	stair to meet the	day.

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I'd	smoked my brain the night before

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	with cigarettes and songs that I'd been	pickin';

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But I	lit my first and watched a small kid

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cussin' at a can the he was	kickin';

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The I	crossed the empty street and caught

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the	Sunday smell of someone fryin'	chicken;

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And it	took me back to	somethin' that I'd

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	lost somehow	somewhere along the	way.

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In the	park I saw a daddy

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with a	laughing little girl that he was	swingin';

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And I	stopped beside a Sunday School	and

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listened to the song that they were	singin';

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Then I	headed back for home, and

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somewhere	far away a lonely bell was	ringin';

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And it	echoed thru the	canyon

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like the	disappearing	dreams of yester	day.

Chorus

Doo doo doo doo doo doo.....