Gretchen Wilson - Sunday mornin comin down

^AWell I woke up Sunday mornin'', no ^Dway to hold my head that didn''t^A hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn''t^F#m bad, so I had one more for d^Eesert ^AThen I fumbled through my closet and my cl^Dothes and found my cleanest, dirty sh^Airt ^{F#m D}Then I washed my face and c^Bmombed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the d^Eay

I sm^Aoked my brain the night before, on ci^Dgarettes and songs I''d been ^Apickin'' I lit my first and watched a small kid, C^F#mussin at a can that he was ki^Eckin'' And I cr^Aossed the empty street and caught the Su^Dnday smell of someones fryin'' ch^Aicken^F#m And it t^Dook me back to s^Bmomething, that I l^Dost somehow, so^Emewhere along the w^Aay.

^AOn a Sunday mornin'' s^Didewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was ^Astoned ''Cause there''s somethin'' in ^Ea Sunday, makes a body feel^A alone There aint nothin'' short of d^Dyin'', half as lonesome as the ^Asound On a sleepin'' city s^Eidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'^A' down

^AIn the park I saw a daddy, with a la^Dughin'' little girl that he was ^Aswingin'' Then I stopped beside a Sunday school, l^F#misten to the songs they were s^Eingin'' Then I he^Aaded back for home and somewhere f^Dar away a lonesome bell was r^Aingin'^F#m' And it ec^Dhoed through the c^Bmanyon, Like the di^Dsappearing'' d^Ereams of ye^Asterday

^AOn a Sunday mornin'' s^Didewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was ^Astoned ''Cause there''s somethin'' in ^Ea Sunday, makes a body feel^A alone There aint nothin'' short of d^Dyin'', half as lonesome as the ^Asound On a sleepin'' city s^Eidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'^A' down

^AOn a Sunday mornin'' s^Didewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was ^Astoned ''Cause there''s somethin'' in ^Ea Sunday, makes a body feel^A alone There aint nothin'' short of d^Dyin'', half as lonesome as the ^Asound On a sleepin'' city s^Eidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'^A' down