G Well, I woke up Sunday morning
CDGD With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
GEm And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
D So I had one more for dessert.
GC Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
DGEm And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
CD Then I washed my face and combed my hair
CGD And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
G I'd smoked my brain the night before on
CDGD cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
GEm But I lit my first and watched a small kid
D Cussin at a can that he was kicking.
G Then I walked across the street
CDGEm And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
CDC And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow
DG Somewhere along the way.
C On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
DG Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
DD7 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G Makes a body feel alone.
C And there's nothing short a' dying
DG That's half as lonesome as the sound
DD7 Of the sleeping city sidewalk
GD And Sunday morning coming down
G In the park I saw a daddy
CDGD With a laughing little girl who he was swinging.
GEm And I stopped beside a Sunday school
D And listened to the songs they were singing.
GC Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away
DGEm a lonesome bell was ringing
CD And it echoed through the canyon
CDG Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
C On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
DG I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
DD7 'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G That makes a body feel alone.
C And there's nothing short a' dying
DG That's half as lonesome as the sound
D Of the sleeping city sidewalk
GD