Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords

Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 WCell, I woke up Sunday morning

 With no wFay to hold my hGead that didn't Churt.

 And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't Ambad,

 So I had one more for dessGert.

 Then I fCumbled in my closet through my clFothes

 And found my cleanest dirty sChirt.Am

 Then I wFashed my face and cGombed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

 I'd smCoked my mind the night before

 With cFigarettes and Gsongs I'd been pCicking.

 But I lit my first and watched a small kidAm

 Playing with a can that he was Gkicking.

 Then I wCalked across the street

 And caught the FSunday smell of someone frying cChickenAm.

 And Lord, it Ftook me back to sometGhing that I'd lost

 Somewhere, somehow along the Cway.

 On a Sunday morning sFidewalk,

 I'm wishing, Lord, that I was sCtoned.

 'Cause there's something in a GSunday

 That makes a body feel aClone.

 And there's nothing short a' Fdying

 That's half as lonesome as the Csound

 Of the sleeping city sGidewalk

 And Sunday morning coming Cdown.

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.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.