Тональность: A major•
Verse 1
D
Sunday morning with no way to hold
A
my head and it didn't hurt.
F#m
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 and
Bm
E
stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
A
I'd smoked my brain the night before on
D
A
cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
F#m
E
cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
A
Then I crossed the empty
street and caught the
D
Sunday smell of someone
A
F#m
frying chicken
D
Bm
And it took me back to something that I'd
D
E
A
lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the
D
Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing
A
Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a
E
A
Sunday that makes a body feel alone
D
And there's nothing short of dyin'
A
Half as lonesome as the sound
E
All asleep in the city sidewalks
A
Sunday morning, comin' down
D
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing
A
little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a
F#m
Sunday school and listened to the
E
song that they were singing
A
Then I headed back for home and somewhere
D
A
F#m
far away a lonely bell was ringing
D
Bm
And it echoed through the canyons like the
D
E
A
disappearing dreams of yesterday
D
A
On the
D
Sunday morning sight horse
Wishing
A
Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a
E
Sunday
A
That makes a body feel alone
D
And there's nothing short of dying,
A
half as lonesome as the sound
E
On the sleeping city side walls,
A
D
A
E
Sunday morning coming down
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