G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C D G
With no way to hold my head that it 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 through my closet for my clothes
G Em
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
C D
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
C D D7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G
Well, I`d smoked my brain the night before
C D G
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been a-pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em D D7
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
G
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
C G Em
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
C D C
And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
D G G7
Somehow, somewhere along the way
G C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone
D D7
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G G7
That makes a body feel alone
C
And there ain't nothing short of dying
G Em
Half as lonesome as the sound
D
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
D7 G C G
And Sunday morning coming down
G
In the park I saw a daddy
C D G
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D D7
And listened to the songs that they were singin'
G
Then I headed back for home
C G Em
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
C D
And it echoed through the canyon
C D G G7
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday
