Chords for Gretchen Wilson - Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down.wmv
Tempo:
76.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [D] no way to hold my head, [A] it didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
[A] And I fumbled through my closet, [D] put my clothes on, found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#m]
[D] And I washed my face and [A] combed my [Bm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [E] to meet the day.
[A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on the cigarettes and the songs that I'd [A] been picking.
I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
[A] And I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m]
[D] And it took me back [Bm] to [D] something that I'd lost [E] somehow somewhere [A] along the way.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, [A] [D]
wishing Lord that [A] I was stoned.
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes a body feel [A] alone.
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who [A] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [F#m] school and listened to the song [E] they were singing.
[A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonesome [A] bell was ringing.
And [F#m] [D] it [Bm] echoed through the canyons [D] like the [E] disappearing dreams [A] of yesterday.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes a body feel [A] alone.
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as [A] lonesome as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
On the Sunday [D] [A]
[D] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [D] no way to hold my head, [A] it didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
[A] And I fumbled through my closet, [D] put my clothes on, found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#m]
[D] And I washed my face and [A] combed my [Bm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [E] to meet the day.
[A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on the cigarettes and the songs that I'd [A] been picking.
I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
[A] And I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m]
[D] And it took me back [Bm] to [D] something that I'd lost [E] somehow somewhere [A] along the way.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, [A] [D]
wishing Lord that [A] I was stoned.
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes a body feel [A] alone.
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who [A] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [F#m] school and listened to the song [E] they were singing.
[A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonesome [A] bell was ringing.
And [F#m] [D] it [Bm] echoed through the canyons [D] like the [E] disappearing dreams [A] of yesterday.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes a body feel [A] alone.
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as [A] lonesome as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
On the Sunday [D] [A]
[D] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
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Key:
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Bm
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [D] no way to hold my head, [A] it didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] And I fumbled through my closet, [D] put my clothes on, found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[D] And I washed my face and [A] combed my [Bm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [E] to meet the day. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on the cigarettes and the songs that I'd [A] been picking. _ _ _ _ _
_ I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking. _ _ _ _
_ [A] And I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
_ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] And it took me back [Bm] to [D] something that I'd lost [E] somehow somewhere [A] along the way. _ _ _ _
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ [A] _ [D] _
wishing Lord that [A] I was stoned. _ _ _
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that _ _ makes a body feel [A] alone. _ _
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound. _ _
_ On the sleeping [E] city side walls, _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who [A] he was swinging. _ _
_ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [F#m] school and listened to the song [E] they were singing. _ _
_ _ _ [A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonesome [A] bell was ringing.
And [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] it [Bm] echoed through the canyons [D] like the [E] disappearing dreams [A] of yesterday. _ _
_ On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned. _
_ Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that _ makes a body feel [A] alone.
There _ _ ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ half as [A] lonesome as the sound. _
_ On the sleeping [E] city side walls, _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down.
On _ the Sunday [D] _ _ _ [A] _
[D] _ morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned. _
_ Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [A] feel alone. _ _
_ There ain't nothing [D] short _ of dying, _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down. _
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [D] no way to hold my head, [A] it didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] And I fumbled through my closet, [D] put my clothes on, found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[D] And I washed my face and [A] combed my [Bm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [E] to meet the day. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on the cigarettes and the songs that I'd [A] been picking. _ _ _ _ _
_ I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking. _ _ _ _
_ [A] And I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
_ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] And it took me back [Bm] to [D] something that I'd lost [E] somehow somewhere [A] along the way. _ _ _ _
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ [A] _ [D] _
wishing Lord that [A] I was stoned. _ _ _
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that _ _ makes a body feel [A] alone. _ _
There ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound. _ _
_ On the sleeping [E] city side walls, _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who [A] he was swinging. _ _
_ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [F#m] school and listened to the song [E] they were singing. _ _
_ _ _ [A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonesome [A] bell was ringing.
And [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] it [Bm] echoed through the canyons [D] like the [E] disappearing dreams [A] of yesterday. _ _
_ On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned. _
_ Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that _ makes a body feel [A] alone.
There _ _ ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ half as [A] lonesome as the sound. _
_ On the sleeping [E] city side walls, _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down.
On _ the Sunday [D] _ _ _ [A] _
[D] _ morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [A] that I was stoned. _
_ Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [A] feel alone. _ _
_ There ain't nothing [D] short _ of dying, _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city side walls, _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down. _
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