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 

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Date: 11/11/96; 5:20:59 PM
From: Queren@t-online.de (Dierk Queren)
Subject: Countrysongs

Sunday morning comming down
Johny Cash

1.
Well , I [C]woke up Sunday morning , 
with no [F]way to hold my head, that didn«t [C]hurt
and the [C]beer i had for breakfast , 
wasn«t [Am]bad, so I had one more for des-[G7]-sert
than I [C]thumbled through my closet  , 
for my [F]clothes, found my cleanest, dirty [C]hirt
than I [G7]washed my face and combed my hair, 
stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.


2.
Well I smoked my brain the night befor , 
with cigarets and songs that we been picking
And I lit my first and stopped to watch , 
a small kid with a can that he was kicking
Than I crossed an empty street , 
and caught the Sunday-smell of someone«s frying chicken
and it took me back to something , 
that I lost somewhere somehow along the way


Ref:
On a Sunday morning [F]sidewalk, 
wishing Lord that I was [C]stoned
Cause there is something in a [G7]Sunday, 
that makes somebody feel a-[C]-lone
And it«s nothing shure but [F]dieing, 
half as lone some as the [C]sound
of a sleeping city [G7]sidewalk, 
when Sunday morning coming [C]down

3.
In a park I saw a Daddy , 
with a laughing little girl he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school , 
and listened to the songs that they were singing
Than I hadded back for home , 
and some whrer far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed to the canyons , 
like the dissapearing dreames of yesterday


Ref:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk ....


It«s the first song, that I write to you from germany.
D. Queren (queren@t-online.de)