Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down   (Kris Kristofferson)

               C                                              F
In the park I see a daddy with a laughin' little girl
              C                       C
He's swingin';  and I stop besides a Sunday school
           Am                                          G7
And listen to the song they are singin'
              C
I am heading back for home and somewhere
  F                                                C                           F
Far away a lonely bell was ringin'; and it echoed
                  Dm                     F                      G7                       C
Thru the city like my disappearing dreams of yesterday

Chorus                                    F                                                          C
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk, wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                              G7                                                                           C
'Cause there's something 'bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone
                                                   F                                            C
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as much as it sounds
                                           G7                                                    C
On the sleeping city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down

                       C
Well, I'd smoked so much the night before
            F                                                                 C
My mouth feels like an ash-tray I've been lickin'
                  C
Now I lit my first and watched a small kid
   Am                                        G7
Cussin' at a can that he is kickin'
        C
I crossed the empty street and catch
   F                                                                  C
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
               F                                 Dm
And it takes me back to somethin'
                 F                                 G7                             C
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere  along the way

Chorus                                    F                                                          C
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk, wishin' Lord that I was stoned
                              G7                                                                           C
'Cause there's something 'bout a Sunday makes a body feel alone
                                                   F                                            C
And there's nothin' short of dyin', half as much as it sounds
                                           G7                                                    C
On the sleeping city sidewalk, Sunday mornin' comin' down