Тональность: A major
Verse 1
G
F
G
C
G
Well,
I woke up Sunday morning
C
With no way to turn my head,
And the beer I had for breakfast
D
C
Bm
so I had one more for dessert
D
G
Then I fumbled through my
C
closet for my clothes
G
Em
and found my cleaner's dirty skirt
C
I washed my face and
combed my hair
Am
Stumbled down the stairs
D
C
Bm
to greet the day
D
G
Well, I smoked my mind the night before
C
With ci garettes and songs that
Then I lit my burst
Em
and watched a small kid cussin'
D
Bm
D
At a can that he was kickin'
G
Then I crossed the empty street
C
and caught the Sunday smell
G
Em
Of someone fryin' chicken
C
Am
And it took me back to something
C
D
G
I lost somewhere somehow along the way
C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
D
Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
Makes the body feel alone
C
And there's nothing short of dying
G
Half as lonesome as the sound
D
All the sleepin' city sides walk
G
C
Sunday mornin' coming down
G
In the park I saw a daddy
C
with a laughin' little girl
G
that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
Em
and listened to the songs that
Ringing in the streets,
Bm
D
ringing in the streets
G
And I headed back for home
C
and somewhere far away
G
a lonely bell was ringing
Em
C
Am
And it echoed through the canyon
C
Like the disappearing
D
G
dreams of yesterday
C
On a Sunday morning sad morn
G
Wishing, that I was gone
D
Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
And there's nothing short of dying,
G
half as lonesome as it sounds
D
All the sleeping cities back home
G
Sunday morning coming home
C
G
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