[C] Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no [F] way to hold my head that it [C] didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Am] bad
so I had one more for [G]dessert [G7] [C] [G7]
Then I [C]fumbled through my closet
for my [F]clothes and found my cleanest [C]dirty [Am]shirt
and I shaved [F] my face and [G7]I combed my hair and
stumbled[F] down the stairs to meet the [G7]day
I [C]smoked my brain the night before
with [F]cigarettes and songs that I had been [C]pickin'
But I [C]lit my first and watched a small kid
[Am]cussin' at a can that he was [G] kickin'[G7] [C] [G7]
And I [C]crossed the empty street
and caught the [F]Sunday smell of someone [C]fryin'[Am] chicken
And it took [F]me back to [G7]somethin'
that I 'd [F]lost somewhere [G7]somehow [C]along the way
On the Sunday mornin' [F]sidewalk
wishin' Lord that I was [C]stone
'cause there's somethin' in [G7]Sunday
that makes a body feel[C] alone [C7]
and there's nothing short of [F]dyin'
half as lonesome as the [C]sound
of a sleepin' city [G]sidewalk [G7] [F]
Sunday [G7]mornin' comin'[C] down
with a [F]laughing little girl that he was [C]swingin'
and [Am]listened to the songs that they were [G]singin' [G7] [C] [G7]
and I [C]headed back for home
and somewhere far [F]away a lonely bell was[C] ringin' [Am]
and it [F] echoed through the [G7]canyon
like the [F] disappearing [G7]dreams of [C]yesterday