The words and music of this song were written by Kris Kristofferson.
Capo 1st fret.

[Verse 1]

Well, I woke u

p Sunday morni

ng
             
with no way to

             
 hold my head 

            
that didn't hu

rt
             
and the beer I

              
 had for break

            
fast wasn't ba

d
              
so I had one m

           
ore for desser

t
             
then I fumbled

            
 in my closet 

              
through my clo

  
thes
              
and found my c

              
leanest, dirty

       
 shirt
             
then I washed 

             
my face, and c

ombed my hair
             
and stumbled d

        
own the stairs

 to meet the d

ay

[Verse 2]
             
I'd smoked my 

         
mind the night

 before
             
with cigarette

             
s and songs I'

       
d been picking
             
but I lit my f

              
irst and watch

               
ed a small kid
              
playing with a

              
 can that he w

   
as kicking
             
then I walked 

           
across the str

eet
              
and caught the

             
 Sunday smell 

              
of someone's f

             
rying chicken
             
and Lord it to

              
ok me back to 

             
somethin' that

   
 I lost somewh

ere
             
somehow along 

    
the way

[Chorus]
              
on a Sunday mo

      
rning sidewalk
              
I'm wishing Lo

              
rd, that I was

 
 stoned
              
cause there's 

              
something in a

 
 Sunday
              
that makes the

           
 body feel alo

ne
              
and there's no

              
thing short of

 
 dying
              
that's half as

              
 lonesome as t

   
he sound
              
of the sleepin

       
g city sidewal

ks
              
and Sunday mor

            
ning coming do

wn

[Verse 3]
             
in the park I 

      
saw a daddy
             
with a laughin

             
g little girl 

            
that he was sw

inging
      
and I stopped 

beside a Sunda

y school
            
and listened t

              
o the songs th

        
ey were singin

g
             
then I headed 

         
down the stree

t
              
and somewhere 

             
far away a lon

              
ely bell was r

       
inging
             
and it echoed 

            
through the ca

nyons
            
like our disap

             
pearing dreams

          
 of yesterday

[Chorus]
              
on a Sunday mo

      
rning sidewalk
              
I'm wishing Lo

              
rd, that I was

 
 stoned
              
cause there's 

              
something in a

 
 Sunday
              
that makes the

           
 body feel alo

ne
              
and there's no

              
thing short of

 
 dying
              
that's half as

              
 lonesome as t

   
he sound
              
of the sleepin

       
g city sidewal

ks
              
and Sunday mor

            
ning coming do

wn