{t:Sunday Morning Coming Down}
 {st:dave}
 
  Capo on the first fret.
 
 Verse 1:
 [G]Well I woke up Sunday morning
 with no[C] way to hold my [D]head, that didn't [G]hurt
 [G]and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [Em]bad 
so[Em] I had one more for desse[D]rt
 Than I [G]fumble through my closet[G7] for my clothes[C]
 [C]and found my cleanest dir[G]ty shirt[Em]
 and I [C]washed my face and c[D]ombed my hair
 [C]and stumbled down the [D]stairs to meet the day
 
 [G]I'd smoked my mind the [G7]night before
 [C]with cigarettes and [D]songs id been [G]pickin
 [G]but I lit my first and watched a small kid[Em] playing
[Em]with the can that he was ki[D]cking
 
 [D]Then I [G]walked crossed the [G7]street
 [Em]and caught the sun[C]day smell of someone [G]fryin' chicken
 [G]and Lord it [C]took me back to some[D]thin' that I'd lo[Em]st
[Em]somewhere [D]somehow along [G]away
 
 Chorus
{soc} 
[G]On a sunday mornin' [C]sidewalk
 [C]Im wishing Lord that I was [G]stoned
 [G]'cause there is something in a [D]sunday
 [D]that makes a body feel [G]alone
 
 [G]And there's nothin' short of [C]dyin'
 [C] thats half as lonesome as the s[G]ound
 [G]of the sleepin' city si[D]de walks
 [D]Sunday mornin' comin' do[G]wn
{eoc}
 
 Verse 5:
 [G]In the park I saw a [G7]daddy
 with a laug[C]hing little [D]girl that he was [G]swingin'
 [G]and I stopped beside a sunday school
 and [Em]listened to the song that they were [D]singi

 Then I [G]headed down the [G7]street
[G7]and somewhere [C]far away a lonely bell was r[G]ingin'[Em]
 and it [C]echoed thru the can[D]yons
 like the [Am]disepparing [D]dreams of y[G]esterday.
 

Chorus
{soc} 
[G]On a sunday mornin' [C]sidewalk
 [C]Im wishing Lord that I was [G]stoned
 [G]'cause there is something in a [D]sunday
 [D]that makes a body feel [G]alone
 
 [G]And there's nothin' short of [C]dyin'
 [C] thats half as lonesome as the s[G]ound
 [G]of the sleepin' city si[D]de walks
 [D]Sunday mornin' comin' do[G]wn
{eoc}