The words and music of this song were written by Kris Kristofferson.
Capo 1st fret.
[Verse 1]
G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
C D G
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D
so I had one more for des-sert
G G7 C
then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
G Em
and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
C D
then I washed my face, and combed my hair
C D
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
G G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C D G
with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
Em
but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing
D
with the can that he was kicking
G G7
then I walked across the street
C G Em
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
C D Am
and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere
D G
somehow along the way
[Chorus]
C
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned
D
cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
and there's nothing short of dying
G
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G
and Sunday morning coming down
[Verse 3]
G7
in the park I saw a daddy
C D G
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D
and listened to the songs that they were singing
G G7
then I headed down the street
C G Em
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring - ing
C D
and it echoed through the canyons
Am D G
like our disappearing dreams of yester - day
[Chorus]
C
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned
D
cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
and there's nothing short of dying
G
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G
and Sunday morning coming down
