Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash [Verse 1] [G ]Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no [C] way to hold my [D] head that didn't [G] hurt and the [G] beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em] bad so I had one more for des[D]sert then I [G] fumbled in my closet [G7] through my [C] clothes and found my cleanest, dirty [G] shirt [Em] then I [C] washed my face, and [D] combed my hair [C] and stumbled down the [D] stairs to meet the day [Verse 2] [G] I'd smoked my mind the [G7] night before [C] with cigarettes and [D] songs I'd been [G] picking but I [G] lit my first and watched a small kid [Em] playing with a can that he was [D] kicking then I [G] walked across the [G7] street and caught the [C] Sunday smell of someone's frying [G] chicken [Em] and Lord it [C] took me back to some[D]thin' that I [Am] lost somewhere [D] somehow along the [G] way |[Chorus] |on a Sunday morning [C] sidewalk |I'm wishing Lord, that I was [G] stoned |cause there's something in a [D] Sunday |that makes the body feel [G] alone |and there's nothing short of [C] dying |that's half as lonesome as the [G] sound |of the sleeping city [D] sidewalks |and Sunday morning coming [G] down [Verse 3] in the [G] park I saw a [G7] daddy with a [C] laughing little [D] girl that he was [G] swinging and I [G] stopped beside a Sunday school [Em] and listened to the songs they were [D] singing then I [G] headed down the [G7] street and somewhere [C] far away a lonely bell was ring[G]ing [Em] and it [C] echoed through the [D] canyons like our [Am] disappearing [D] dreams of yester[G]day [Chorus]