Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

INTRO: Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had 1 more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face, combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Well I smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs I'd been a-pickin But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kickin' Then I crossed the empty street 'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' that I lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk wishin' Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound On a sleepy city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday CHORUS Mmmm.... (like lyrics of CHORUS) NOTE 2: There's a chorus singing a hymn after Stevens sings "...song that they were singin'." Thanks to randykall, I know that hymn to go: "Bringin' in the sheaves, bringin' in the sheaves." NOTE 3 (yeah, too many notes): There are quite a few walk-downs in this song; in fact, pretty much every chord in the verses is a walkdown. Just start with the bass note and go down, and add any interesting little picking patterns you want.