C Bb F C

[Chorus]
                      F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishing Lord that I was stoned
                               G7
'cause there is something in a Sunday
                       C
that makes a body feel alone
                             F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                         C     Am
half as lonesome as the sound
                    Dm      Em F
of the sleepy city sidewalk
        G              C  Bb Am F G C
Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Verse]
C
Well I woke up Sunday morning
        F              G                 C
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
C
and the beer I had for breakfast
       Am                           G    Em G
wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

[Verse 2]
       C
Than I fumble through my closet for
   F                                   C     Am
my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
      Dm                  Em
and I shaved my face and combed my hair
    F                                   G
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

[Verse 3]
     C
Well I'd smoked my brain the night before
     F              G                   C
and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'

but I lit my first and watched a small kid
 Am                          G       Em7 G
cussin' at a can that he was kicking

[Verse 4]
       C
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
     F                              C      Am
the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
       Dm               Em
and it took me back to somethin' that
    F            G                   C   Bb
I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

[Chorus]
                    F
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalks
                        C
wishing Lord that I was stoned
                               G       G7
'cause there is something in a Sunday
                       C
that makes a body feel alone
                             F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                         C     Am
half as lonesome as the sound
                    Dm      Em F
of the sleepy city sidewalk
        G              C  Bb C F G C
Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Solo]
F G C Am G Em G C F C Am Dm Em F G

[Verse 5]
       C                    
In the park I saw a daddy with
  F               G               C
a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
C
and I stopped beside a sunday school
    Am                                  G       Em G
and listened to the song that they were singin'

[Verse 6]
       C
Then I headed back for home and
           F                          C       Am
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
       Dm               Em    F
and it echoed thru the canyon like
                 G               C   Bb
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

[Chorus]
                       F
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
                        C
wishing Lord that I was stoned
                               G7
'cause there is something in a Sunday
             G         C7
that makes a body feel alone
                             F
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
                         C     Am
half as lonesome as the sound
                    Dm      Em F
of the sleepy city sidewalk
        G              C  Bb
Sunday mornin' comin' down

[Outro]
       F  G        C    Bb
Coming Down Coming Down
       F  G C
Coming Down