G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
C D7 G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em
And the beer I had for breakfast was'nt bad
D7
So I had one more for desert
G C
Then I fumbled thru my closet for my clothes
G Em
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
C Am
And I shaved my face & combed my hair
C D G C G
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes
And songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first & watched a small kid cussin'
at a can that he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street & caught the Sunday
Smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somehow, somewhere along the way
G G7 C
Cho... On the Sunday morning sidewalks
G
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
D
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
That makes a body feel alone
G7 C
And there's nothin' short o' dyin'
G
Half as lonesome as the sound
D
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
G
Sunday morning comming down
In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little
Girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home & somewhere
far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
Cho.....
Cho.....
Dan Nicholas
nicholdb@istar.ca
