Tom: G
Introdução:
G
verse 1
G C G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
G Em D
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert.
G C G Em
Then I fumbled through my closet trough my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
C Am D
then I washed my face, combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
verse 2
G C G
I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin',
G Em D
but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kickin'.
G C G Em
Then I walked across the empty street and caught the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken,
C Am C D G
and, Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way.
C G
On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
D G
'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone.
C G
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound
D G
on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.
verse 3
G C G
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl he was swingin'
G Em D
and I stopped beside the Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin'.
G C G Em
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
C Am C D G
and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
End-Chorus
C G
On the sunday morning sidewalk, wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
D G
'cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone.
C G
And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound
D G
on the sleeping city sidewalk and sunday morning coming down.
Outro