Sunday Morning Coming Down(Chords)

	        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                  Bm  
Then I washed my face and combed my hair  
D                 E                   A 
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day  
  
  
I smoked my mind the night before  
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'  
But I lit my first and watched a small boy  
Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'  
I crossed the empty street  
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken  
And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost  
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  
  
  
In the park I saw a daddy  
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin'  
And I stopped beside a Sunday school  
Listened to the songs that they were singin'  
I headed down the road,  
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'  
And it echoed through the canyon  
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday  
  
Chorus  
End the song strumming A-Asus4-Asus4-A