Tom: A Intro A Well, I woke up Sunday morning D E A With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt A F#m And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad E So I had one more for dessert A D Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes A F#m And found my cleanest dirty shirt D E Then I washed my face and combed my hair Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day A I smoked my mind the night before D E A With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin' F#m But I lit my first and watched a small boy E Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin' A I crossed the empty street D A F#m Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken D E And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost A Somewhere, somehow along the way A D On a Sunday morning sidewalk A I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone E 'Cause there's something in a Sunday A That makes a body feel alone D And there ain't nothing short of dying A Half as lonesome as the sound E Of a sleeping city sidewalk A Sunday morning coming down A In the park I saw a daddy D E A With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin' A F#m And I stopped beside a Sunday school E Listened to the songs that they were singin' A I headed down the road, D A F#m Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' D E And it echoed through the canyon A Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday A D On a Sunday morning sidewalk A I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone E 'Cause there's something in a Sunday A That makes a body feel alone D And there ain't nothing short of dying A Half as lonesome as the sound E Of a sleeping city sidewalk A Sunday morning coming down