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]