Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
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Well,
I woke up Sunday morning
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With no way to turn my head,
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that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Em
wasn't bad,
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C
Bm
so I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled through my
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closet for my clothes
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Em
and found my cleaner's dirty skirt
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I washed my face and
combed my hair
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Stumbled down the stairs
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C
Bm
to greet the day
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Well, I smoked my mind the night before
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With ci garettes and songs that
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I'd been a -pickin'
Then I lit my burst
Em
and watched a small kid cussin'
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Bm
D
At a can that he was kickin'
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Then I crossed the empty street
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and caught the Sunday smell
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Em
Of someone fryin' chicken
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Am
And it took me back to something
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D
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I lost somewhere somehow along the way
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing Lord that I was stoned
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Cause there's something in a Sunday
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Makes the body feel alone
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And there's nothing short of dying
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Half as lonesome as the sound
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All the sleepin' city sides walk
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C
Sunday mornin' coming down
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In the park I saw a daddy
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with a laughin' little girl
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that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
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and listened to the songs that
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they were singing
Ringing in the streets,
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ringing in the streets
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And I headed back for home
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and somewhere far away
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a lonely bell was ringing
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And it echoed through the canyon
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Like the disappearing
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dreams of yesterday
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On a Sunday morning sad morn
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Wishing, that I was gone
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Cause there's something in a Sunday
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that makes the body feel alone
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And there's nothing short of dying,
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half as lonesome as it sounds
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All the sleeping cities back home
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Sunday morning coming home
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