C Well I woke up Sunday morning F C with no way to hold my head that it didnʼt hurt Am and the beer I had for breakfast wasnʼt bad G G7 C G7 so I had one more for dessert C Then I fumbled through my closet F C Am for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt F G7 and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and F G7 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 Am G G7 C G7 cussinʼ at a can that he was kickinʼ C And I crossed the empty street F C Am and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryinʼ chicken F G7 And it took me back to somethinʼ F G7 C that I ʼd lost somewhere somehow along the way Chorus: F On the Sunday morninʼ sidewalk C wishinʼ Lord that I was stone G7 ʼcause thereʼs somethinʼ in Sunday C C7 that makes a body feel alone F and thereʼs nothing short of dyinʼ C half as lonesome as the sound G G7 F of a sleepinʼ city sidewalk G7 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 Am G G7 C G7 and listened to the songs that they were singinʼ C and I headed back for home F C Am and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringinʼ F G7 and it echoed through the canyon F G7 C like the disappearing dreams of yesterday Chorus.
