Sunday Morning Coming Down (Cash Johnny)

C 1. Well I woke up Sunday morning F G C with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt Am and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad G so I had one more for dessert C F then I fumbled in my closet through for my clothes C Am and found my cleanest dirty shirt F G then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled the stairs to meet the day 2. I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kicking then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken and Lord it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way F R: On the Sunday morning sidewalk C I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned G 'cause there's is something in a Sunday C that makes a body feel alone F and there's nothing short of dying C that's half as lonesome as the sound G of the sleeping city sidewalk C and Sunday morning coming down 3. 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 songs they were singing then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. R: On the Sunday morning sidewalks...