Tonalidad: A major•
Verse 1
A
Woke up Sunday morning
D
with no way to hold my head,
A
that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
F#m
wasn't bad,
E
so I had one for dessert
A
I fumbled in my closet,
D
threw my clothes
A
F#m
and found my cleaner's dirty shirt
D
Then I washed my face,
combed my hair,
Bm
E
stumbled down the stairs to greet the day
A
I smoked my mind the night before
D
Were cigarettes and songs
A
that I'd been pickin'
And I lit my first
F#m
and watched a small kid cussing
E
at a can he'd been a -kickin'
A
I crossed the empty street
D
and caught the Sunday smell
A
F#m
of someone cookin' chicken
D
Bm
And it took me back to something
D
I'd lost somewhere,
E
A
somehow, along the way
D
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
A
E
A
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
D
And there's nothing short of dying
A
It's half as lonesome as it sounds
E
I was sleeping in city sidewalk,
A
Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
D
with a laughing little girl
A
that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
F#m
E
to listen to a song that they were singing.
A
I headed on toward a home
D
somewhere far away,
A
F#m
a bell was ringing.
D
Bm
And it echoed in a canyon
D
E
A
Like the disappearing dream of yesterday
D
On a Sunday morning sightboard
A
Wishing, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in your soul
E
A
That makes a body feel alone
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