2 acessos
G Well I woke up Sunday morning C G with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast Em D wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert [Verse 2] G Than I fumble through my closet for C G my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt Em and I shaved my face and combed my hair D and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day [Verse 3] G I'd smoked my brain the night before C G and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' Em but I lit my first and watched a small kid D cussin' at a can that he was kicking [Verse 4] G Then I crossed the empty street and caught C G the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that Em D I'd lost somehow somewhere along away [Chorus] C On a sunday mornin' sidewalks G wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'cause there is something in a sunday G that makes a body feel alone C And there's nothin' short of dyin' G half as lonesome as the sound D on the sleepin' city side walks G Sunday mornin' comin' down [Verse 5] G In the park I saw a daddy with C G a laughing little girl who he was swingin' Em and I stopped beside a sunday school D and listened to the song that they were singin' [Verse 6] G Then I headed back for home and C G somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' Em and it echoed thru the canyon like D the disepparing dreams of yesterday. Alternative chords [Verse] C Well I woke up Sunday morning F C with no way to hold my head that it didn't hurt Am and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad G G7 C G7 so I had one more for dessert C Then I fumbled through my closet F C Am for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt F G7 and I shaved my face and I combed my hair and F G7 stumbled down the stairs to meet the day [Verse] C I smoked my brain the night before F C with cigarettes and songs that I had been pickin' C But I lit my first and watched a small kid Am G G7 C G7 cussin' at a can that he was kickin' C And I crossed the empty street F C Am and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken F G7 And it took me back to somethin' F G7 C that I 'd lost somewhere somehow along the way [Chorus] F On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk C wishin' Lord that I was stone G7 'cause there's somethin' in Sunday C C7 that makes a body feel alone F and there's nothing short of dyin' C half as lonesome as the sound G G7 F of a sleepin' city sidewalk G7 C Sunday mornin' comin' down [Verse] In the park I saw a daddy F C with a laughing little girl that he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school Am G G7 C G7 and listened to the songs that they were singin' C and I headed back for home F C Am and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' F G7 and it echoed through the canyon F G7 C like the disappearing dreams of yesterday [Chorus] F On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk C wishin' Lord that I was stone G7 'cause there's somethin' in Sunday C C7 that makes a body feel alone F and there's nothing short of dyin' C half as lonesome as the sound G G7 F of a sleepin' city sidewalk G7 C Sunday mornin' comin' down F On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk C wishin' Lord that I was stone G7 'cause there's somethin' in Sunday C C7 that makes a body feel alone F and there's nothing short of dyin' C half as lonesome as the sound G G7 F of a sleepin' city sidewalk G7 C Sunday mornin' comin' down