Tonalité : A major•
Verse 1
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning
D
with no way to hold my head.
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That didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast
F#m
wasn't bad,
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E
so I had one more for dessert.
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And I fumbled in my closet,
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threw my clothes,
A
F#m
and found my cleanest, dirtiest shirt
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Then I washed my face and
combed my hair,
Bm
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stumbled down the stairs to greet the day
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I smoked my mind the night before
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With cigarettes and songs
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that I'd been pickin'
And I lied my first and watched
a small kid
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E
Cussin' out a can that he'd been kickin'
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I crossed the empty street
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and caught the country smell
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F#m
of someone cookin' chicken
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Bm
And it took me back to somethin'
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E
I lost somewhere,
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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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That makes the body feel alone
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And there's nothing short of dyin'
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That's half as lonesome as the sound
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Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
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And a Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park
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I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl
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that he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
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E
to listen to the song that they were singin'.
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I headed on toward a home somewhere
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A
F#m
And heard a lonely bell a -ringin'
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And it echoed in the canyon
Bm
D
Like the disappearing
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A
dreams of yesterday
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk
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Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
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