[Verse 1]
G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
        C              D                G
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
        G                               Em
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                         D
so I had one more for dessert
       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

[Verse 2]
G                      G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C                   D              G
with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
      G                                    Em
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
                               D
playing with a 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 somethin' that I lost somewhere
D                 G
somehow along the way

[Chorus]
                    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

[Verse 3]
       G            G7
in the park I saw a daddy
       C               D                G
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
      G
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em                                  D
and listened to the songs they were singing
       G               G7
then I headed down the street
              C                              G    Em
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
       C                  D
and it echoed through the canyons
         Am           D               G
like our disappearing dreams of yesterday

[Chorus]
                    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