G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C D G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D D7
So I had one more for dessert
G C
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
G Em
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
C D
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
C D D7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C D G
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em D D7
Playing with a can that he was kicking
G
Then I walked across the street
C G Em
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
C D7
And Lord, it took me back to something
C D G
that I'd lost somewhere, some how along the way
G C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
D D7
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
That makes a body feel a-lone
G7 C
And there's nothing short a' dying
G
That's half as lone-some as the sound
D
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
G
And Sunday morning coming down
G
In the park I saw a daddy
C D G
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D D7
And listened to the songs they were singing
G
Then I headed down the street
C G Em
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
C D7
And it echoed through the canyons
C D7 G
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
G C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
D D7
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
That makes a body feel a-lone
G7 C
And there's nothing short a' dying
G
That's half as lone-some as the sound
D
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
G
And Sunday morning coming down
