SUNDAY MORNING COMIN' DOWN

Kris Kristofferson as performed by Shawn Mullins

with capo on third fret, so it's actually Bb

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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.

I'd smoked my brain the night before

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

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

cussin' at a can the he was kickin';

The I crossed the empty street and caught

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.

In the park I saw a daddy

with a laughing little girl that he was swingin';

And I stopped beside a Sunday School and

listened to the song that they were singin';

Then I headed back for home, and

somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin';

And it echoed thru the canyon

like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Chorus

Doo doo doo doo doo doo.....