[Strophe]
G 
Well I woke up Sunday morning 
        C              D                G 
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 
                                        Em 
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad 
                          D 
so I had one more for des-sert 
       G                  G7                C 
then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes  
                            G      Em 
and found my cleanest, dirty shirt 
       C                   D 
then I washed my face, and combed my hair  
C                     D 
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Strophe]
G                      G7 
I'd smoked my mind the night before  
C                   D              G 
with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking 
                                          Em 
but I lit my first and watched a small kid   playing 
                         D 
with the can that he was kicking 
       G                 G7 
then I walked across the street 
               C                                G       Em 
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken 
            C                    D           Am 
and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere 
D                 G 
somehow along the way
[Refrain]
                    C 
on a Sunday morning sidewalk 
                             G 
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned 
                             D 
cause there's something in a Sunday 
                         G 
that makes the body feel alone 
                             C 
and there's nothing short of dying 
                               G 
that's half as lonesome as the sound 
                     D 
of the sleeping city sidewalks 
                          G 
and Sunday morning coming down
[Strophe]
                    G7 
in the park I saw a daddy 
       C               D                G 
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging 
  
and I stopped beside a Sunday school 
    Em                                   D 
and listened to the songs that they were singing 
       G               G7 
then I headed down the street  
              C                                 G    Em 
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring - ing 
       C                  D 
and it echoed through the canyons 
         Am           D                  G 
like our disappearing dreams of yester - day
[Refrain]
                    C 
on a Sunday morning sidewalk 
                             G 
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned 
                             D 
cause there's something in a Sunday 
                         G 
that makes the body feel alone 
                             C 
and there's nothing short of dying 
                               G 
that's half as lonesome as the sound 
                     D 
of the sleeping city sidewalks 
                          G 
and Sunday morning coming down