Sunday Morning Coming Down
Ton : AbCapo 1English
GWell, I woke up Sunday morning
with no Cway to hold my Dhead that didn't Ghurt
and the Gbeer I had for breakfast wasn't Embad
so I had one more for desDsert
then I Gfumbled in my closeG7t through my clothCes
and found my cleanest, dirty Gshirt Em
then I Cwashed my face, and Dcombed my hair
Cand stumbled down the Dstairs to meet the day
GI'd smoked my mind the G7night before
Cwith cigarettes and Dsongs I'd been Gpicking
but I Glit my first and watched a small kidEm
playing with a can that he was Dkicking
then I Gwalked across the G7street
and caught the CSunday smell of someone's frying GchickenEm
and Lord it Ctook me back to someDthin' that I Amlost somewhere
Dsomehow along the Gway
on a Sunday morning Csidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was Gstoned
cause there's something in a DSunday
that makes the body feel Galone
and there's nothing short of Cdying
that's half as lonesome as the Gsound
of the sleeping city Dsidewalks
and Sunday morning coming Gdown
in the Gpark I saw a G7daddy
with a Claughing little Dgirl that he was Gswinging
and I Gstopped beside a Sunday school
Emand listened to the songs they were Dsinging
then I Gheaded down the G7street
and somewhere Cfar away a lonely bell was ringGing Em
and it Cechoed through the Dcanyons
like our Amdisappearing Ddreams of yesterGday
on a Sunday morning Csidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was Gstoned
cause there's something in a DSunday
that makes the body feel Galone
and there's nothing short of Cdying
that's half as lonesome as the Gsound
of the sleeping city Dsidewalks
and Sunday morning coming Gdown