Well I woke up Sunday mornin'
A B7 E
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
E C#m
And the beer I had for breakast wasn't bad
B7
So I had one more for desert
E
Then I fumbled through my closet
A E C#m
And through my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
A B7
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
A B7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
E
Well I smoked my mind the night before
A B7 E
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
E
Then I lit my first and watched a small kid
C#m B7
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
E
Then I walked across the street
A E
And cuaght the Sunaday smell of someones fryin' chickin
A B7
And Lord it took me back something
A B7 E
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
E A
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
E
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
B7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
E
That makes a body feel alone
A
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
E
That's half as lonesome as the sound
B7
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
E
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
E
In the park I saw a daddy
A B7
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
E
Then I stopped beside a Sunday School
C#m B7
And listen to the songs they were singin'
E
Then I headed down the street
A E C#m
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
A B7
And it echoed through the canyon
A B7 E
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
E A
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
E
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
B7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
E
That makes a body feel alone
A
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
E
That's half as lonesome as the sound
B7
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
E
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
(ending)
E Esus Esus E
A B7 E
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
E C#m
And the beer I had for breakast wasn't bad
B7
So I had one more for desert
E
Then I fumbled through my closet
A E C#m
And through my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
A B7
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
A B7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
E
Well I smoked my mind the night before
A B7 E
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
E
Then I lit my first and watched a small kid
C#m B7
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
E
Then I walked across the street
A E
And cuaght the Sunaday smell of someones fryin' chickin
A B7
And Lord it took me back something
A B7 E
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
E A
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
E
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
B7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
E
That makes a body feel alone
A
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
E
That's half as lonesome as the sound
B7
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
E
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
E
In the park I saw a daddy
A B7
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
E
Then I stopped beside a Sunday School
C#m B7
And listen to the songs they were singin'
E
Then I headed down the street
A E C#m
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
A B7
And it echoed through the canyon
A B7 E
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
E A
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
E
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
B7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
E
That makes a body feel alone
A
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
E
That's half as lonesome as the sound
B7
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
E
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
(ending)
E Esus Esus E