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Capo 2

Well I w[G]oke up Sunday morning
with no [C]way to hold my head 
that didn't [G]hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't [Em]bad so I had 
one more for des[D]sert

Than I [G]fumble through 
my closet for
my [C]clothes and found my 
cleanest dirty [G]shirt[G/F#][Em]
and I [C]shaved my face 
and [Am]combed my hair
and [C]stumbled down the [Am]stairs 
to meet the [G]day

Id smok[G]ed my brain 
the night before
and c[C]igarettes and songs 
that I've been [G]pickin

but I lit my first and 
watched a small kid
cus[Em]sin at a can that 
he was k[D]icking

Then I [G]crossed the empty 
street and caught
the s[C]unday smell of someone 
fryin c[G]hicken
and it [C]took me back 
to [Am]somethin that
Id [C]lost somehow [Am]somewhere 
along the [G]way

On the Sunday mornin 
sid[C]ewalks
wishing Lord that 
I was [G]stoned
cause there is something 
in a [D]Sunday
that makes a body 
feel [G]alone

And there's nothin 
short of [C]dyin
half as lonesome as 
the s[G]ound
on the sleepin city [D]sidewalks
Sunday mornin comin d[G]own

In the [G]park I saw a daddy with
a [C]laughing little girl who 
he was [G]swingin

and I stopped beside 
a sunday school
and [Em]listened to 
the song that 
they were [D]singin

Then I [G]headed back 
for home and
somewhere f[C]ar away 
a lonely bell 
was r[G]ingin[G/F#][Em]
and it [C]echoed thru 
the [Am]canyon like
the [C]disappearing [Am]dreams 
of yester[G]day

On the Sunday mornin 
sid[C]ewalks
wishing Lord that 
I was [G]stoned
cause there is something 
in a [D]Sunday
that makes a body feel [G]alone

And there's nothin 
short of [C]dyin
half as lonesome as 
the s[G]ound
on the sleepin city [D]sidewalks
Sunday mornin comin d[G]own