A
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
        D              E                A
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
                                         F#m
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                         E              
So I had one more for desert
       A                                D
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
                            A
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
       D                  E
Then I shaved my face and combed my hair
    D                 E                  A
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

A
I?d smoked my mind the night before
     D              E              A
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
So I lit my first and watched a small kid
F#m                        E               
Cussin' at can that he was kickin'
       A
Then I crossed the street and caught
    D                              A
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
       D               E
And it took me back to something that
  D                   E             A
I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

[Chorus]
                    D        E
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        A
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                             E
Cause there's something in a Sunday
                       A
That makes a body feel alone.
                             D     E
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                        A
Half as lonesome as the sound
                     E
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
                       A
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down.

A
In the park I saw a daddy with a
D               E                A
Laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
    F#m                                   E
And listened to the songs that they were singin'
       A
Then I headed down the street and somewhere
D                          A
Far away a lonely bell was ringin'
       D                  E
And it echoed through the canyon
       D            E               A
Like a disappearing dreams of yesterday.