B Well I woke up Sunday morning E B with no way to hold my head that it didnʼt hurt G#m and the beer I had for breakfast wasnʼt bad F# F#7 B F#7 so I had one more for dessert B Then I fumbled through my closet E B G#m for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt E F#7 and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and E F#7 stumbled down the stairs to meet the day B I smoked my brain the night before E B with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickinʼ B But I lit my first and watched a small kid G#m F# F#7 B F#7 cussinʼ at a can that he was kickinʼ B And I crossed the empty street E B G#m and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryinʼ chicken E F#7 And it took me back to somethinʼ E F#7 B that I ʼd lost somewhere somehow along the way Chorus: E On the Sunday morninʼ sidewalk B wishinʼ Lord that I was stone F#7 ʼcause thereʼs somethinʼ in Sunday B B7 that makes a body feel alone E and thereʼs nothing short of dyinʼ B half as lonesome as the sound F# F#7 E of a sleepinʼ city sidewalk F#7 B Sunday morninʼ cominʼ down In the park I saw a daddy E B with a laughing little girl that he was swinginʼ and I stopped beside a Sunday school G#m F# F#7 B F#7 and listened to the songs that they were singinʼ B and I headed back for home E B G#m and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringinʼ E F#7 and it echoed through the canyon E F#7 B like the disappearing dreams of yesterday Chorus.
