In spite of its five star rating the other version has some errors, so I have tried to fix them. To emulate the Rhodes piano in the chorus try alternating the major triads with: C* D* G* e|-0--3--3 B|-3--3--1 G|-0--2--0 D|-2--0--0 A|-3--x--2 E|-x--x--3 Capo on the second fret. Verse 1: G Well I woke up Sunday morning C G with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast Em D wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert Verse 2: G Than I fumble through my closet for C G G/F# Em my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt C Am and I shaved my face and combed my hair C D G and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day Verse 3: G I'd smoked my brain the night before C G and cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' Em but I lit my first and watched a small kid D cussin' at a can that he was kicking Verse 4: G Then I crossed the empty street and caught C G the sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken C Am and it took me back to somethin' that C D G I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way Chorus: / C On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks G wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'cause there is something in a Sunday G that makes a body feel alone C And there's nothin' short of dyin' G half as lonesome as the sound D on the sleepin' city sidewalks G Sunday mornin' comin' down Verse 5: G In the park I saw a daddy with C G a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a sunday school Em D and listened to the song that they were singin' Verse 6: G Then I headed back for home and C G G/F# Em somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' C Am and it echoed thru the canyon like C D G the disappearing dreams of yesterday. Chorus: / C On the Sunday mornin' sidewalks G wishing Lord that I was stoned D 'cause there is something in a Sunday G that makes a body feel alone C And there's nothin' short of dyin' G half as lonesome as the sound D on the sleepin' city sidewalks G Sunday mornin' comin' down Repeat the chords for the chorus while singing "doo doo doo..." and fade out.