Biography:
Gretchen Frances Wilson (born June 26, 1973 in Pocahontas, Illinois) is a Grammy award-winning American country music singer-songwriter.
Gretchen was born in Pocahontas, Illinois to a 16-year-old mother. Her father left before she was two years old, and she and her mother lived in trailer parks and relative poverty. Gretchen's mother worked as a waitress, and Gretchen herself dropped out of the 8th grade at age 15 to work as a cook and bartender in rural Illinois.
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Other songs:
- All Jacked Up
- As Far As You Know
- California Girls
- Chariot
- Christmas In My Heart
- Come To Bed
- Dont Do Me No Good
- Every Moment
- Good Ole Boy
- Grandma
- He Aint Even Cold Yet
- Heaven Help Me
- Here For The Party
- Holdin You
- Holding You
- Homewrecker
- I Dont Feel Like Loving You Today
- Id Love To Be Your Last
- If I Could Do It All Again
- Love On The Line
- Not Bad For A Bartender
- One Bud Wiser
- One Of The Boys
- Outlaws And Renegades
- Pocahontas Proud
- Politically Uncorrect
- Raining On Me
- Rebel Child
- Redneck Woman
- Skoal Ring
- Sunday Mornin Comin Down
- The Bed
- The Girl I Am
- Theres A Place In The Whiskey
- Wasting Whiskey
- What Happened
- When I Think About Cheatin
- When I Think About Cheating
- When It Rains
- Work Hard Play Harder
- You Dont Have To Go Home
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Sunday Morning Coming Down
Gretchen Wilson
A D A
Well I woke up Sunday mornin'', no way to hold my head that didn''t hurt
F#m E
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn''t bad, so I had one more for desert
A D A F#m
Then I fumbled through my closet and my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
D Bm E
Then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
A D A
I smoked my brain the night before, on cigarettes and songs I''d been pickin''
F#m E
I lit my first and watched a small kid, Cussin at a can that he was kickin''
A D A F#m
And I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someones fryin'' chicken
D Bm D E A
And it took me back to something, that I lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
A D A
On a Sunday mornin'' sidewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was stoned
E A
''Cause there''s somethin'' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
D A
There aint nothin'' short of dyin'', half as lonesome as the sound
E A
On a sleepin'' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'' down
A D A
In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughin'' little girl that he was swingin''
F#m E
Then I stopped beside a Sunday school, listen to the songs they were singin''
A D A F#m
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin''
D Bm D E A
And it echoed through the canyon, Like the disappearing'' dreams of yesterday
A D A
On a Sunday mornin'' sidewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was stoned
E A
''Cause there''s somethin'' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
D A
There aint nothin'' short of dyin'', half as lonesome as the sound
E A
On a sleepin'' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'' down
A D A
On a Sunday mornin'' sidewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was stoned
E A
''Cause there''s somethin'' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
D A
There aint nothin'' short of dyin'', half as lonesome as the sound
E A
On a sleepin'' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'' down
[Outro]
A D A E A (D E A)
Gretchen Wilson
A D A
Well I woke up Sunday mornin'', no way to hold my head that didn''t hurt
F#m E
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn''t bad, so I had one more for desert
A D A F#m
Then I fumbled through my closet and my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
D Bm E
Then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
A D A
I smoked my brain the night before, on cigarettes and songs I''d been pickin''
F#m E
I lit my first and watched a small kid, Cussin at a can that he was kickin''
A D A F#m
And I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someones fryin'' chicken
D Bm D E A
And it took me back to something, that I lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
A D A
On a Sunday mornin'' sidewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was stoned
E A
''Cause there''s somethin'' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
D A
There aint nothin'' short of dyin'', half as lonesome as the sound
E A
On a sleepin'' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'' down
A D A
In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughin'' little girl that he was swingin''
F#m E
Then I stopped beside a Sunday school, listen to the songs they were singin''
A D A F#m
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin''
D Bm D E A
And it echoed through the canyon, Like the disappearing'' dreams of yesterday
A D A
On a Sunday mornin'' sidewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was stoned
E A
''Cause there''s somethin'' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
D A
There aint nothin'' short of dyin'', half as lonesome as the sound
E A
On a sleepin'' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'' down
A D A
On a Sunday mornin'' sidewalk, wishin'' Lord that I was stoned
E A
''Cause there''s somethin'' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
D A
There aint nothin'' short of dyin'', half as lonesome as the sound
E A
On a sleepin'' city sidewalk, Sunday mornin'' comin'' down
[Outro]
A D A E A (D E A)
Grey Haze
Grey Holiday
Grey Kingdom
Grey Revell
Grey Reverend