Sunday Morning Coming Down - Kris Kirstofferson [Intro] Capo II G G G Well I woke up Sunday morning C G with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast Em D wasn't bad so I had one more for de--ssert G Then I fumble through my closet for C G G F# Em my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt C and I shaved my face and combed my hair Am D and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day G I'd smoked my brain the night before C G on cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid Em D cussin' at a can that he was kicking G Then I crossed the empty street and caught C G G F# Em the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken C Am and it took me back to somethin' that C D G I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way [Chorus] C On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks G wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'cause there is something in a Sunday G that makes a body feel alone C And there's nothin' short of dyin' G half as lonesome as the sound D on the sleepin' city sidewalks G Sunday mornin' comin' down G In the park I saw a daddy with C G a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school Em D and listened to the song that they were singin' G Then I headed back for home and C G G F# Em somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' C Am and it echoed thru the canyon like C D G the disappearing dreams of yesterday. [Chorus] C On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks G wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'cause there is something in a Sunday G that makes a body feel alone C And there's nothin' short of dyin' G half as lonesome as the sound D on the sleepin' city sidewalks G Sunday mornin' comin' down [Outro] C Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.. G Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.. D Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.. G Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo... X