Sunday Morning Coming Down

INTRO A Well, I woke up Sunday morning D E A With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt A F#m And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad E So I had one more for dessert A D Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes A F#m And found my cleanest dirty shirt D Bm Then I washed my face and combed my hair D E A Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small boy Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin' I crossed the empty street Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way A D On a Sunday morning sidewalk A I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone E 'Cause there's something in a Sunday A That makes a body feel alone D And there ain't nothing short of dying A Half as lonesome as the sound E Of a sleeping city sidewalk A Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs that they were singin' I headed down the road, Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday Chorus End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A