David Allan Coe - Sunday mornin comin down

^AWell, I woke up Sunday mornin' With no ^Dway to hold my ^Ehead that didn't ^Ahurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't b^F#mad So I had one more for des^Eert Then I ^Afumbled in my closet through my c^Dlothes And found my cleanest dirty ^Ashirt Then I ^Dshaved my face and ^Ecombed my hair And ^Dstumbled down the ^Estairs to meet the ^Aday.

^AI?d smoked my mind the night before With ^Dcigarettes and ^Esongs I'd been ^Apickin' So I lit my first and watched a small kid ^F#mCussin' at can that he was ^Ekickin' Then I ^Acrossed the street and caught The ^DSunday smell of someone fryin' ^Achicken And it ^Dtook me back to ^Esomething that I ^Dlost somewhere, some^Ehow along the ^Away.

On a Sunday mornin' ^Dsidewalk ^E Wishin' Lord that I was ^Astoned Cause there's something in a ^ESunday That makes a body feel ^Aalone. And there's nothin' short of ^Ddyin' ^E Half as lonesome as the ^Asound Of the sleepin' city ^Esidewalk Sunday Mornin' Comin' D^Aown.

^AIn the park I saw a daddy with a ^DLaughin' little ^Egirl that he was ^Aswingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And ^F#mlistened to the songs that they were s^Eingin' Then I ^Aheaded down the street and somewhere ^DFar away a lonely bell was ^Aringin' And it ^Dechoed through the ^Ecanyon Like a ^Ddisappearing ^Edreams of yester^Aday.