[Verse 1]
[G]Well, I woke up Sunday morning
with no [C]way to hold my [D]head that didn't [G]hurt
and the [G]beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em]bad
so I had one more for des[D]dessert
then I [G]fumbled in my close[G7]closet through my cloth[C]clothes
and found my cleanest, dirty [G]shirt [Em]
then I [C]washed my face, and [D]combed my hair
[C]and stumbled down the [D]stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
[G]I'd smoked my mind the [G7]night before
[C]with cigarettes and [D]songs I'd been [G]picking
but I [G]lit my first and watched a small kid [Em]
playing with a can that he was [D]kicking
then I [G]walked across the [G7]street
and caught the [C]Sunday smell of someone's frying [G]chicken [Em]
and Lord it [C]took me back to some[D]somethin' that I [Am]lost somewhere
[D]somehow along the [G]way
[Chorus]
on a Sunday morning [C]sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was [G]stoned
cause there's something in a [D]Sunday
that makes the body feel [G]alone
and there's nothing short of [C]dying
that's half as lonesome as the [G]sound
of the sleeping city [D]sidewalks
and Sunday morning coming [G]down
[Verse 3]
in the [G]park I saw a [G7]daddy
with a [C]laughing little [D]girl that he was [G]swinging
and I [G]stopped beside a Sunday school
[Em]and listened to the songs they were [D]singing
then I [G]headed down the [G7]street
and somewhere [C]far away a lonely bell was ring[G]ringing [Em]
and it [C]echoed through the [D]canyons
like our [Am]disappearing [D]dreams of yester[G]yesterday
[Chorus]
on a Sunday morning [C]sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was [G]stoned
cause there's something in a [D]Sunday
that makes the body feel [G]alone
and there's nothing short of [C]dying
that's half as lonesome as the [G]sound
of the sleeping city [D]sidewalks
and Sunday morning coming [G]down