INTRO: G7
C D7 G7
Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em7 D7
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for dessert
G7 C C7 G7 Em7
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
C7 Am7 C7 D7 G7
And I shaved my face, combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Well I smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs I'd been a-pickin
But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street 'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin' that I lost somehow somewhere along the way
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C7 C G7
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin' Lord that I was stoned
D7 G7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
C7 C G7
And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound
D7 G7
On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down
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In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
CHORUS
Mmmm.... (like lyrics of CHORUS)
