Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head
That didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
Bad so I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet
For my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my [A]face
And combed my [A]hair
And stumbled down the stairs
To meet the day

I'd smoked my [A]brain the night before
With cigarettes and [Bm]songs
That I've been pickin'
But I lit my [A]first and [Bm]watched a small [Em]kid
Cussin' at a can that he was [Am7]kickin

Then I crossed the empty stɾeet and
Caught the sunday smell
Of someone fryin chicken
And it took me back to [C7]something
That I'd lost somehow
Somewhere along [Am]the way

On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was [Am7]stoned
Cause there's something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl
He was [Am7]swingin
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listened to [C7]the song
That they were singing

Then I headed back for [Dm7]home
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell was [Am7]ɾinging
And it echoed thru the canyon [C7]like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was [Am7]stoned
Cause therels something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down