This song was writen by Kris Kristofferson and later proformed by Johnny Cash

^GWell, i woke up sunday morning ^G7With no w^Cave apon my head that didn't ^Ghurt ^GAnd the beer i had for breakfast wosen^Am't bad ^AmSo I had one for ^Gdesert

^GThen I stumbled to the closet ^G7and I ^CFound my cleanest dirty ^Gshirt ^Am ^CAnd I shaved my face and ^Amcombed my hair And ^Cstumbled down the ^Amstairs to meet the ^Gday

^GI'd smoked my mind the night be^G7fore With ^Ccigarettes and songs I'd been ^Gpickin' ^GBut I lit my first and watched a small ^Amkid ^AmCussin' at a can that he was ^Gkicking ^GThen I crossed the empty ^G7street And ^Ccaught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' c^Ghicken ^Am ^CAnd it took me back to ^Amsomethin' That I'd ^Clost somehow, s^Amomewhere along the ^Gway ^G7

^G7On the Sunday morning ^Csidewalk ^CWishing, Lord, that I was ^Gstoned ^Am ^C'Cos there's something in a ^AmSunday ^CMakes a body feel ^Galone ^GAnd ^G7there's nothin' short of ^Cdyin' ^CHalf as lonesome as the ^Gsound, ^Am ^COn the sleepin' city ^Amsidewalks: ^CSunday ^Ammornin' comin' ^Gdown.

^GIn the park I saw a ^G7daddy ^G7With ^Ca laughin' little girl who he was ^Gswingin' ^GAnd I stopped beside a Sunday school ^GAnd ^Amlistened to the song they were ^Gsingin' ^GThen I headed back for ^G7home ^G7And ^Csomewhere far away a lonely bell was ^Gringin' ^Am ^AmAnd it ^Cechoed through the ^Amcanyons Like the ^Cdisappearing ^Amdreams of ^Gyesterday ^G7