Capo: 6 D Well, I woke up Sunday morning G A D With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt D Bm And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad A So I had one more for desserts D G Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes D D A Bm And found my cleanest dirty shirt G A Then I washed my face and combed my hair G A D And Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day D I smoked my mind the night before G A D With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'. D Bm But I lit my first and watched a small kid playin' A With a can that he was kickin'. D Then I walked across the street and G D D A Bm Caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken. G A And then Lord it took me back to somethin' G A D That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way. D G On a Sunday morning sidewalk D I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone A 'Cause there's something in a Sunday D That makes a body feel alone G And there ain't nothing short of dying D Half as lonesome as the sound A Of a sleeping city sidewalk D Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school Listened to the songs that they were singin' I headed down the road, Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday