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 desDsert
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 someDthin' that I Am lost somewhere
D somehow along the G way
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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 ringGing Em
and it C echoed through the D canyons
like our Am disappearing D dreams of yesterGday
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