Sunday Morning Coming Down / The Pilgrim аккорды от 
Kris KristoffersonLou Reed 
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Verse 1
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So what am I leading up to?
Well, how about some of
that early stuff?
How about Sunday morning,
coming down, stuff like that?
Could you do something from that era?
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
F
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Hold my head that didn't hurt
Gm
The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
F
So I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled through my closet
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Gm
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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I washed my face and combed my hair
Cm
and stumbled down the stairs
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I'd smoke my brain the night before
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on cigarettes and songs
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that I'd been picking
But I lit my first
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and watched the small kid crossin'
F
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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Gm
of someone frying chicken
Eb
And it took me back to something
Cm
Eb
F
that I lost somehow somewhere
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Eb
along the way
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Eb
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
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wishin' Lord that I was stoned.
Dm
Cause there's nothin' in a Sunday,
F
there's somethin' in a Sunday,
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makes a body feel alone.
Eb
there ain't nothing short of dying
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half as lonesome as the sound
F
on the sleeping city sidewalks
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Dm
Sunday morning
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Bb
coming down so naturally
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I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern
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F
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to buy me a bottle of beer.
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F
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I sat me down by a tender
young maiden
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whose eyes were as soft as her hair.
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As I was searching from bottle to bottle
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for something unfoolish to say,
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that sil ver -tongued devil
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Bb
Gm
just slipped from the shadows,
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smilingly stole her away.
F
I said, hey, little girl,
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F
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don't you know he's the devil?
He's everything that I ain't.
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Eb
Bb
Gm
Hiding intentions of evil inten tions
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C
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under the smile of a saint.
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All he's good for is getting in trouble
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F
And shifting his share of the blame
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Eb
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Some people swear he's my double
Gm
C
F
Some even say we're the same
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But the silver -tongued devil's
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got nothing to lose
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Bb
I'll only live till I die
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Eb
We take our own chances
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Gm
and pay our own due.
F
Chances are different these days.
The dues are different,
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too. I was thinking of that when I saw Bobby Newarth,
the original Silver Tongue Devil,
Gm
What a long way we have come.
F
And it's a sadder world.
C
F
Because the very thing that's propelling
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F
most of us around the planet
are things we can't even fool
with anymore.
C
Without wearing a wetsuit.
F
Thus, the silver tongue
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dilled the night.
There's one for Bobby, for all of us.
F
See him wasted on the sidewalk
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in his jacket and his jeans
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Wearing yesterday's misfortunes
Eb
Once he had a future
C
Which he spent like they was going
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And he keeps right on a -changin'
for the better or the worse
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F
Searching for a shrine
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Never knowing if believing
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is a blessing or a curse
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F
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Or if going up was worth coming down
Eb
He's a poet, he's a picker
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He's a prophet, he's a pusher
F
He's a pilgrim man to preach
And a problem when he's stoned
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Eb
He's a walking contradiction
Bb
Partly truth, mostly fiction
F
Takin' every wrong direction
On his lonely way back home
There you go.
Thank you. Thanks. Thank you.
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