Capo: 6
D
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
G A D
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
D Bm
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
A
So I had one more for desserts
D G
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
D D A Bm
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
G A
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
G A D
And Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
D
I smoked my mind the night before
G A D
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'.
D Bm
But I lit my first and watched a small kid playin'
A
With a can that he was kickin'.
D
Then I walked across the street and
G D D A Bm
Caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken.
G A
And then Lord it took me back to somethin'
G A D
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
D G
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
D
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone
A
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
D
That makes a body feel alone
G
And there ain't nothing short of dying
D
Half as lonesome as the sound
A
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
D
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road,
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday
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