Sunday Morning Coming Down
Johnny Cash
AbWell, I woke up Sunday morning
with no Dbway to hold my Ebhead that didn't Abhurt
and the Abbeer I had for breakfast wasn't Fmbad
so I had one more for desEbsert
then I Abfumbled in my closeAb7t through my clothDbes
and found my cleanest, dirty AbshirtFm
then I Dbwashed my face, and Ebcombed my hair
Dband stumbled down the Ebstairs to meet the day
AbI'd smoked my mind the Ab7night before
Dbwith cigarettes and Ebsongs I'd been Abpicking
but I Ablit my first and watched a small kidFm
playing with a can that he was Ebkicking
then I Abwalked across the Ab7street
and caught the DbSunday smell of someone's frying AbchickenFm
and Lord it Dbtook me back to someEbthin' that I Bmlost somewhere
Ebsomehow along the Abway
on a Sunday morning Dbsidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was Abstoned
cause there's something in a EbSunday
that makes the body feel Abalone
and there's nothing short of Dbdying
that's half as lonesome as the Absound
of the sleeping city Ebsidewalks
and Sunday morning coming Abdown
in the Abpark I saw a Ab7daddy
with a Dblaughing little Ebgirl that he was Abswinging
and I Abstopped beside a Sunday school
Fmand listened to the songs they were Ebsinging
then I Abheaded down the Ab7street
and somewhere Dbfar away a lonely bell was ringAbingFm
and it Dbechoed through the Ebcanyons
like our Bmdisappearing Ebdreams of yesterAbday
on a Sunday morning Dbsidewalk
I'm wishing Lord, that I was Abstoned
cause there's something in a EbSunday
that makes the body feel Abalone
and there's nothing short of Dbdying
that's half as lonesome as the Absound
of the sleeping city Ebsidewalks
and Sunday morning coming Abdown