F# Well I woke up Sunday morning B F# With no way to hold my head that didnʼt hurt And the beer I had for breakfast D#m C#7 Wasnʼt bad so I had one more for dessert F# Then I fumbled in my closet through B F# My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt C#7 Than I washed my face and combed my hair and F# Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Iʼd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs Iʼd been picking But I lit my first and watched A small kid playing with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And Lord it took me back to something That I lost somewhere somehow along the way Chorus: B On a Sunday morning sidewalk F# Iʼm wishing Lord that I was stoned C#7 Cause thereʼs something in a Sunday F# That makes a body feel alone B And thereʼs nothing short of dieing F# Thatʼs half as lonesome as the sound C#7 Of the sleeping city sidewalk F# And Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a Daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday Chorus.
