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[Verse 1]
G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D
So I had one more for dessert
G C
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
G
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Em C
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
Am D
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
G
I'd smoked my brain the night before
C G
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em D
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
G
Then I crossed the empty street
C G
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
Em C Am
And it took me back to somethin'
C
That I'd lost somehow,
D G
somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
G C
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
G
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
D
Cause there's 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
[Verse 3]
G
In the park, I saw a daddy
C G
With 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
C G
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
Em C Am
And it echoed through the canyons
C D G
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
G C
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
G
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
D
Cause there's 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 (Fade Out)]
| C | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G |
[Verse 1]
| G | - | - | C |
| G | - | - | Em |
| D | - | G | C |
| G | Em | C | Am |
| D | - |
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
| G - | C - |
| G - | - - | - - | Em - |
| D - | - - | G - | C - |
| G - | Em - | C Am | C D |
| G - |
I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow,
somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
| G | C | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G | - | C | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G | - |
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
[Verse 3]
| G - | C - |
| G - | - - | - - | Em - |
| D - | - - | G - | C - |
| G - | Em - | C Am | C D |
| G - |
In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
| G | C | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G | - | C | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G | - |
On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down
[Outro (Fade Out)]
| C | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G |
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