Tom: A
Introdução:
A
Well I woke up Sunday morning,
D E A
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
A D
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
E
So I had one more for dessert.
A D
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
A F#m
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
D
And I shaved my face and combed my hair,
Bm E
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
A
I'd smoked my brain the night before,
D E A
On cigarettes and songs, so I'd been picking.
A
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
F#m E
Cussing at a can that he was kicking.
A
Then I crossed the empty street,
D A F#m
caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
D E
And it took me back to something,
D E A
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
A7 D
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
A
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
E
'Cause there's something in a Sunday,
E7 A
Makes a body feel alone.
A7 D
And there's nothing short of dying,
A
Half as lonesome as the sound,
E7 A
Sunday morning coming down.
A
In the park I saw a daddy,
D E A
With a laughing little girl who he was swinging.
A
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
F#m E
And listened to the song they were singing.
A
Then I headed back for home,
D A F#m
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing.
D E
And it echoed through the canyons,
D E A
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
A7 D
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
A
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
E
'Cause there's something in a Sunday,
E7 A
Makes a body feel alone.
A7 D
And there's nothing short of dying,
A
Half as lonesome as the sound,
E7 A
Sunday morning coming down.
(fading)
A7 D
Do do do do do do do do,
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Do do do do do do do,
E
Do do do do do do do do,
E7 A
Do do do do do do do.