C# Well I woke up Sunday morning F# C# with no way to hold my head that it didnʼt hurt A#m and the beer I had for breakfast wasnʼt bad G# G#7 C# G#7 so I had one more for dessert C# Then I fumbled through my closet F# C# A#m for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt F# G#7 and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and F# G#7 stumbled down the stairs to meet the day C# I smoked my brain the night before F# C# with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickinʼ C# But I lit my first and watched a small kid A#m G# G#7 C# G#7 cussinʼ at a can that he was kickinʼ C# And I crossed the empty street F# C# A#m and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryinʼ chicken F# G#7 And it took me back to somethinʼ F# G#7 C# that I ʼd lost somewhere somehow along the way Chorus: F# On the Sunday morninʼ sidewalk C# wishinʼ Lord that I was stone G#7 ʼcause thereʼs somethinʼ in Sunday C# C#7 that makes a body feel alone F# and thereʼs nothing short of dyinʼ C# half as lonesome as the sound G# G#7 F# of a sleepinʼ city sidewalk G#7 C# Sunday morninʼ cominʼ down In the park I saw a daddy F# C# with a laughing little girl that he was swinginʼ and I stopped beside a Sunday school A#m G# G#7 C# G#7 and listened to the songs that they were singinʼ C# and I headed back for home F# C# A#m and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringinʼ F# G#7 and it echoed through the canyon F# G#7 C# like the disappearing dreams of yesterday Chorus.
