Verse 1:
       G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
       C G
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast
                     Em       D
wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

Verse 2:
       G
Than I fumble through my closet for
                                            C                                             G
my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Em
and I shaved my face and combed my hair
           D
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Verse 3:
       G
I'd smoked my brain the night before
       C                                                          G
and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'
       Em
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
               D
cussin' at a can that he was kicking

Verse 4:
       G
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
       C       G
the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

and it took me back to somethin' that
      Em          D
        I'd lost somehow somewhere along away

Chorus:
/           C
On a sunday mornin' sidewalks
       G
wishing Lord that I was stoned
                       D
'cause there is 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 side walks
        G
Sunday mornin' comin' down

Verse 5:
      G
In the park I saw a daddy with
      C G
a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
Em
and I stopped beside a sunday school
                        D
and listened to the song that they were singin'

Verse 6:
       G
Then I headed back for home and
       C       G
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
Em
and it echoed thru the canyon like
          D
the disepparing dreams of yesterday.

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February 2012