G Well I woke up Sunday morning C G With no way to hold my head that didnʼt hurt And the beer I had for breakfast Em D7 Wasnʼt bad so I had one more for dessert G Then I fumbled in my closet through C G My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt D7 Than I washed my face and combed my hair and G 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: C On a Sunday morning sidewalk G Iʼm wishing Lord that I was stoned D7 Cause thereʼs something in a Sunday G That makes a body feel alone C And thereʼs nothing short of dieing G Thatʼs half as lonesome as the sound D7 Of the sleeping city sidewalk G 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.
