Capo 1st fret

G

    Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'

              C                      D7                     G

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast

            Em                                            D7

Wasn't bad, so I had one more for des-sert.

            G

Then I fumbled in my closet

                     C                                                     G               Em

Through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.

            C                               D

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

         Am7                       D7

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

      G

I'd smoked my brains the night before

C                            D7                    G

With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Em                                               D7

     Playin' with a can that he was kickin'.

            G

Then I walked across the street

                         C                                          G                      Em

And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken.

                      C                        D

And, Lord, it took me back to something

          Am7                    D7                          G

That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

                                   C

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,

                                            G

I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.

                                              D7

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

                                         G

That makes a body feel a-lone.

                                             C

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

                                                G

That's half as lonesome as the sound

                               D7

Of the sleepin' city sidewalks

                                              G

And Sunday mornin' comin' down.

          G

In the park I saw a Daddy

            C                  D7                    G

With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

Em                                                     D7

And listened to the songs they were singin'.

            G

Then I headed down the streets

                           C                                        G              Em

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin',

           C                             D                     Am7           D7                   G

And it echoed through the canyons like a disappearin' dreams of yes-terday.

                                   C

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,

                                            G

I'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.

                                              D7

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

                                         G

That makes a body feel a-lone.

                                             C

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

                                                G

That's half as lonesome as the sound

                               D7

Of the sleepin' city sidewalks

                                              G

And Sunday mornin' comin' down.