Тональность

 
  G  
Well I woke up Sunday morning    
         C                                 G  
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt 
                                      
And the beer I had for breakfast    
       Em                           D7  
Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert 
 
        G  
Then I fumbled in my closet through    
    C                                     G  
My clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt 
        D7  
Than I washed my face and combed my hair and   
                                      G  
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day  
  
I'd smoked my mind the night before    
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking 
But I lit my first and watched    
 A  small kid playing with a can that he was kicking 
  
Then I walked across the street    
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken 
And Lord it took me back to something    
That I lost somewhere somehow along the way 
  
Chorus:
                     C  
On a Sunday morning sidewalk   
                             G  
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 
                               D7  
Cause there's something in a Sunday   
                         G  
That makes a body feel alone 
 
                              C  
And there's nothing short of dieing   
                            G  
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
                      D7  
Of the sleeping city sidewalk   
                            G  
And Sunday morning coming down 
  
In the park I saw a Daddy    
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging 
And I stopped beside a Sunday school    
And listened to the songs they were singing 
 
Then I headed down the street    
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing 
And it echoed through the canyons    
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday 
  
Repeat chorus