Sunday Morning Coming Down, performed by Johnny Cash Corrected by Justin Shaffer ([email protected]) The chords were written right next to the lyrics, making it very hard to read indeed. I took the liberty of retyping it for any future users, but I'm not sure about the correctness of chord location. I just retyped what was already there. ;) Key: Well, I woke up Sunday morning, With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt, And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert, Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes, And found my cleanest dirty shirt, Then I washed my face and combed my hair, And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day, I 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, Lord it took me back to something that, I lost somewhere, somehow along the way, On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned, 'Cause there's something in a Sunday, That makes a body feel alone, And there's nothing short of dying, That’s half as lonesome as the sound, Of the sleeping city sidewalk, 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 that they were singing, Then I headed down the street and somewhere, Far away a lonely bell was ringing, And it echoed through the canyon, Like disappearing dreams of yesterday, On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned, 'Cause there's something in a Sunday, That makes a body feel alone, And there's nothing short of dying, That’s half as lonesome as the sound, Of the sleeping city sidewalk, And Sunday morning coming down.