Johnny Cash

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Capo 1st fret

G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
        C              D                G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
        G                               Em
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
                         D
So I had one more for dessert
       G                  G7                C
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
                             G      Em
And found my cleanest, dirty shirt
       C                   D
Then I washed my face, and combed my hair
C                     D
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

G                      G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C                   D              G
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
      G                                    Em
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
                               D
Playing with a can that he was kicking
       G                 G7
Then I walked across the street
               C                                G       Em
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
            C                   D            Am
And Lord it took me back to somethin' that I lost somewhere
D                 G
Somehow along the way

Chorus:
                    C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
                             G
I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned
                              D
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                         G
That makes the body feel alone
                             C
And there's nothing short of dying
                               G
That's half as lonesome as the sound
                     D
Of the sleeping city sidewalks
                          G
And Sunday morning coming down

       G            G7
In the park I saw a daddy
       C               D                G
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
      G
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em                                  D
And listened to the songs they were singing
       G               G7
Then I headed down the street
              C                              G    Em
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
       C                  D
And it echoed through the canyons
         Am           D               G
Like our disappearing dreams of yesterday

Chorus:
                    C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
                             G
I'm wishing Lord, that I was stoned
                              D
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                         G
That makes the body feel alone
                             C
And there's nothing short of dying
                               G
That's half as lonesome as the sound
                     D
Of the sleeping city sidewalks
                          G
And Sunday morning coming down