Song :
D#
Intro :
G#
G#
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C# D# G#
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
G# Fm
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D#
so I had one more for dessert
G# G#7 C#
then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
G# Fm
and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
C# D#
then I washed my face, and combed my hair
C# D#
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G# G#7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C# D# G#
with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
G# Fm
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
D#
playing with a can that he was kicking
G# G#7
then I walked across the street
C# G# Fm
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
C# D# A#m
and Lord it took me back to somethin' that I lost somewhere
D# G#
somehow along the way
Chorus :
C#
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
G#
I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned
D#
cause there's something in a Sunday
G#
that makes the body feel alone
C#
and there's nothing short of dying
G#
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D#
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G#
and Sunday morning coming down
G# G#7
in the park I saw a daddy
C# D# G#
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
G#
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Fm D#
and listened to the songs they were singing
G# G#7
then I headed down the street
C# G# Fm
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
C# D#
and it echoed through the canyons
A#m D# G#
like our disappearing dreams of yesterday
Chorus :
C#
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
G#
I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned
D#
cause there's something in a Sunday
G#
that makes the body feel alone
C#
and there's nothing short of dying
G#
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D#
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G#
and Sunday morning coming down
