Well I woke up Sunday morning
F Cwith no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt
Amand the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
so I had one more for dessert
CThen I fumbled through my closet
F C Amfor my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and
F G7stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
C
I smoked my brain the night before
F Cwith cigarettes and songs that I had been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Am G G7 C G7cussin' at a can that he was kickin'
CAnd I crossed the empty street
and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
F G7And it took me back to somethin'
F G7 Cthat I 'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
wishin' Lord that I was stone
G7'cause there's somethin' in Sunday
C C7that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothing short of dyin'
Chalf as lonesome as the sound
G G7 Fof a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
F Cwith a laughing little girl that he was swingin'
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Am G G7 C G7and listened to the songs that they were singin'
Cand I headed back for home
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
F G7and it echoed through the canyon
F G7 Clike the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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