Sunday Morning Coming Down

Intro G C G C [Verso 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 [Verso 2] G Then I fumble through my closet for C G Em My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt C And I washed my face and combed my hair Am D And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day [Verso 3] G I'd smoked my mind the night before C G On cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small boy Em D Cussin' at a can that he was kicking [Verso 4] G Then I crossed the empty street and caught C G Em The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken C Am And it took me back to somethin' that C D G I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way [Refrão] C On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk G I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'Cause there is something in a Sunday G That makes a body feel alone C There aint nothin' short of dyin' G Half as lonesome as the sound D Of a sleepin' city sidewalk G Sunday mornin' comin' down [Verso 5] G In the park I saw a daddy with C G 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' Binging in the sheets [Verso 6] G And I headed back for home and C G Em Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' C Am And it echoed thru the canyon like C D G The disappearing dreams of yesterday. [Refrão] C On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk G I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'Cause there is something in a Sunday G That makes a body feel alone C There aint nothin' short of dyin' G Half as lonesome as the sound D Of a sleepin' city sidewalk G Sunday mornin' comin' down