Capo II

[Intro]
   

[Verse 1]
       
Well I woke up

 Sunday mornin

g
             
with no way to

              
 hold my head,

             
 that didn't h

urt

and the beer I had for breakfast
            
wasn't bad so 

              
I had one more

        
 for dessert

[Verse 2]
       
Then I fumble 

through my clo

set for
             
my clothes and

              
 found my clea

             
nest dirty shi

    
rt
      
and I shaved m

y face and com

bed my hair
            
and stumbled d

              
own the stairs

             
 to meet the d

ay

[Verse 3]
    
I'd smoked my 

brain the nigh

t before
             
on cigarettes 

              
and songs that

           
 I've been pic

kin'

but I lit my first and watched a small kid
            
cussin' at a c

              
an that he was

 
 kicking

[Verse 4]
       
Then I crossed

 the empty str

eet and caught
             
the Sunday sme

              
ll of someone 

              
fryin' chicken
             
and it took me

         
 back to somet

hin' that
             
I'd lost someh

             
ow somewhere a

         
long the way

[Chorus]
              
On the Sunday 

        
mornin' sidewa

lks
              
wishing Lord t

          
hat I was ston

ed
              
'cause there i

              
s something in

   
 a Sunday
              
that makes a b

          
ody feel alone

              
And there's no

              
thin' short of

 
 dyin'
              
half as loneso

          
me as the soun

d
              
on the sleepin

       
' city sidewal

ks
              
Sunday mornin'

        
 comin' down

[Verse 5]
       
In the park I 

saw a daddy wi

th
             
a laughing lit

              
tle girl who h

      
e was swingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school
            
and listened t

              
o the song tha

            
t they were si

ngin'

[Verse 6]
       
Then I headed 

back for home 

and
             
somewhere far 

              
away a lonely 

             
bell was ringi

   
n'
             
and it echoed 

         
thru the canyo

n like
             
the disappeari

             
ng dreams of y

     
esterday.

[Chorus]
              
On the Sunday 

        
mornin' sidewa

lks
              
wishing Lord t

          
hat I was ston

ed
              
'cause there i

              
s something in

   
 a Sunday
              
that makes a b

          
ody feel alone

              
And there's no

              
thin' short of

 
 dyin'
              
half as loneso

          
me as the soun

d
              
on the sleepin

       
' city sidewal

ks
              
Sunday mornin'

        
 comin' down

[Outro]
              
Doo doo doo do

      
o doo doo doo.

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Doo doo doo do

          
o doo doo doo.

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Doo doo doo do

      
o doo doo doo.

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Doo doo doo do

          
o doo doo doo.

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