Verse 1:
G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
C G
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
Em D
wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
Verse 2:
G
Than I fumble through my closet for
C G
my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Em
and I shaved my face and combed my hair
D
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Verse 3:
G
I'd smoked my brain the night before
C G
and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
Em
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
D
cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Verse 4:
G
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
C G
the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
and it took me back to somethin' that
Em D
I'd lost somehow somewhere along away
Chorus:
/ C
On a sunday mornin' sidewalks
G
wishing Lord that I was stoned
D
'cause there is something in a sunday
G
that makes a body feel alone
C
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
G
half as lonesome as the sound
D
on the sleepin' city side walks
G
Sunday mornin' comin' down
Verse 5:
G
In the park I saw a daddy with
C G
a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
Em
and I stopped beside a sunday school
D
and listened to the song that they were singin'
Verse 6:
G
Then I headed back for home and
C G
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
Em
and it echoed thru the canyon like
D
the disepparing dreams of yesterday.
