Jerry Lee Lewis - Sunday morning coming down

Well, I ^Gwoke up Sunday morning with no ^Cway to hold my head that didn't ^Ghurt ^G and the ^Gbeer I had for breakfast wasn't ^Embad, so I had one more for des^Dsert. ^D Then I ^Gfumbled through my closet trough my ^Cclothes and found my cleanest dirty ^Gshirt ^Em then I ^Cwashed my face, combed my hair and ^Amstumbled down the stairs to meet the ^Dday. ^D

I'd ^Gsmoked my mind the night before with ^Ccigarettes and songs that I've been ^Gpickin', ^G but I ^Glit my first and watched a small kid ^Emplaying with a can that he was ^Dkickin'. ^D Then I ^Gwalked across the empty street and caught the ^Csunday smell of someone fryin' ^Gchicken,^Em and, Lord, it ^Ctook me back to ^Amsomething that I'd ^Clost somewhere som^Dehow along the ^Gway. ^G

On the sunday morning ^Csidewalk^C, wishing, Lord, that I was ^Gstoned ^G 'cause there's something in a ^Dsunday^D that makes a body feel a^Glone. ^G And there's nothing short of ^Cdying^C half as lonesome as the ^Gsound ^G on the sleeping city ^Dsidewalk^D and sunday morning coming ^Gdown. ^G

In the ^Gpark I saw a daddy with a ^Claughing little girl he was ^Gswingin' ^G and I ^Gstopped beside the Sunday school and ^Emlistened to the song that they were ^Dsingin'.^D Then I ^Gheaded back for home and somewhere ^Cfar away a lonely bell was ^Gringin' ^Em and it ^Cechoed thru the ^Amcanyon like the ^Cdisappearing ^Ddreams of yester^Gday. ^G

On the sunday morning ^Csidewalk^C, wishing, Lord, that I was ^Gstoned ^G 'cause there's something in a ^Dsunday^D that makes a body feel a^Glone. ^G And there's nothing short of ^Cdying^C half as lonesome as the ^Gsound ^G on the sleeping city ^Dsidewalk^D and sunday morning coming ^Gdown. ^G