Chords for Hank Snow - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
70.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm] [Dm] [Bbm] [Eb]
[Bb]
[Eb] [Gm] [F] [C] [F] [Bb]
[F] Well, I [Bb] woke up Sunday morning with no [Eb] way to hold my head that didn't [Bb] hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [F] dessert.
Then I [Bb] fumbled in my closet through my [Eb] clothes and found my cleanest dirty [Bb] shirt.
Then I [Eb] washed my face [Cm] and combed my hair [Eb] and stumbled down [Cm] the stairs to meet [F] the day.
[Bb] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Eb] with cigarettes and songs that I'd [Bb] been picking.
But [Eb] I lit my first [Cm] and watched the small [Eb] kid play with [Cm] a can that he [F] was kicking.
Then [Bb] I walked across the street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of some warm [Bb] fried chicken.
Lord, [Eb] it took me [Cm] back to something [Eb] that I lost somewhere [F] somehow [Bb] along the way.
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned.
Cause there's something [F] in Sunday that makes a body [Bb] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Eb] short of dying that's half as lonesome as [Bb] the sound
of a sleeping city [F] sidewalk and Sunday morning coming [Bb] down.
[Eb]
[Bb]
[Gm] [F] [Eb] [F] [Bb]
In the park, I saw a daddy with [Eb] a laughing little girl that he [Bb] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that they [F] were singing.
[A] [Dm] [Cm] Then [Bb] I headed down the street and somewhere [Eb] far away, a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing.
And [Eb] it echoed through the [C] canyon like [Eb] a disappearing [F] dream of [Bb] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [Eb] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [F] Sunday that makes a body feel [Bb] alone.
And there's nothing short of [Eb] dying that's half as lonesome as the [Bb] sound
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk and Sunday morning [Bb] coming down.
[Bb]
[Eb] [Gm] [F] [C] [F] [Bb]
[F] Well, I [Bb] woke up Sunday morning with no [Eb] way to hold my head that didn't [Bb] hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [F] dessert.
Then I [Bb] fumbled in my closet through my [Eb] clothes and found my cleanest dirty [Bb] shirt.
Then I [Eb] washed my face [Cm] and combed my hair [Eb] and stumbled down [Cm] the stairs to meet [F] the day.
[Bb] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Eb] with cigarettes and songs that I'd [Bb] been picking.
But [Eb] I lit my first [Cm] and watched the small [Eb] kid play with [Cm] a can that he [F] was kicking.
Then [Bb] I walked across the street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of some warm [Bb] fried chicken.
Lord, [Eb] it took me [Cm] back to something [Eb] that I lost somewhere [F] somehow [Bb] along the way.
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned.
Cause there's something [F] in Sunday that makes a body [Bb] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Eb] short of dying that's half as lonesome as [Bb] the sound
of a sleeping city [F] sidewalk and Sunday morning coming [Bb] down.
[Eb]
[Bb]
[Gm] [F] [Eb] [F] [Bb]
In the park, I saw a daddy with [Eb] a laughing little girl that he [Bb] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that they [F] were singing.
[A] [Dm] [Cm] Then [Bb] I headed down the street and somewhere [Eb] far away, a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing.
And [Eb] it echoed through the [C] canyon like [Eb] a disappearing [F] dream of [Bb] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [Eb] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [F] Sunday that makes a body feel [Bb] alone.
And there's nothing short of [Eb] dying that's half as lonesome as the [Bb] sound
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk and Sunday morning [Bb] coming down.
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Cm
Bb
Eb
F
[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Bbm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ [Gm] _ [F] _ [C] _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [F] Well, I [Bb] woke up Sunday morning with no [Eb] way to hold my head that didn't [Bb] hurt.
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [F] dessert.
_ Then I [Bb] fumbled in my closet through my [Eb] clothes and found my cleanest dirty [Bb] shirt.
_ Then I [Eb] washed my face [Cm] and combed my hair [Eb] and stumbled down [Cm] the stairs to meet [F] the day.
_ _ [Bb] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Eb] with cigarettes and songs that I'd [Bb] been picking.
_ But [Eb] I lit my first [Cm] and watched the small [Eb] kid play with [Cm] a can that he [F] was kicking.
Then [Bb] I walked across the street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of some warm [Bb] fried chicken.
_ Lord, [Eb] it took me [Cm] back to something [Eb] that I lost somewhere [F] somehow [Bb] along the way.
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned. _
Cause there's something [F] in Sunday _ that makes a body [Bb] feel alone.
_ And there's nothing [Eb] short of dying that's half as lonesome as [Bb] the sound
of a sleeping city [F] sidewalk and Sunday morning coming [Bb] down.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [F] _ [Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ In the park, I saw a daddy with [Eb] a laughing little girl that he [Bb] was swinging.
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that they [F] were singing.
[A] _ [Dm] [Cm] Then [Bb] I headed down the street and somewhere [Eb] far away, a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing.
_ And [Eb] it echoed through the [C] canyon like [Eb] a disappearing [F] dream of [Bb] yesterday.
_ On a Sunday morning [Eb] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [F] Sunday that makes a body feel [Bb] alone.
_ And there's nothing short of [Eb] dying that's half as lonesome as the [Bb] sound
_ of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk and Sunday morning [Bb] coming down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ [Gm] _ [F] _ [C] _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [F] Well, I [Bb] woke up Sunday morning with no [Eb] way to hold my head that didn't [Bb] hurt.
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [F] dessert.
_ Then I [Bb] fumbled in my closet through my [Eb] clothes and found my cleanest dirty [Bb] shirt.
_ Then I [Eb] washed my face [Cm] and combed my hair [Eb] and stumbled down [Cm] the stairs to meet [F] the day.
_ _ [Bb] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Eb] with cigarettes and songs that I'd [Bb] been picking.
_ But [Eb] I lit my first [Cm] and watched the small [Eb] kid play with [Cm] a can that he [F] was kicking.
Then [Bb] I walked across the street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of some warm [Bb] fried chicken.
_ Lord, [Eb] it took me [Cm] back to something [Eb] that I lost somewhere [F] somehow [Bb] along the way.
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned. _
Cause there's something [F] in Sunday _ that makes a body [Bb] feel alone.
_ And there's nothing [Eb] short of dying that's half as lonesome as [Bb] the sound
of a sleeping city [F] sidewalk and Sunday morning coming [Bb] down.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [F] _ [Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ In the park, I saw a daddy with [Eb] a laughing little girl that he [Bb] was swinging.
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that they [F] were singing.
[A] _ [Dm] [Cm] Then [Bb] I headed down the street and somewhere [Eb] far away, a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing.
_ And [Eb] it echoed through the [C] canyon like [Eb] a disappearing [F] dream of [Bb] yesterday.
_ On a Sunday morning [Eb] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Bb] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [F] Sunday that makes a body feel [Bb] alone.
_ And there's nothing short of [Eb] dying that's half as lonesome as the [Bb] sound
_ of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk and Sunday morning [Bb] coming down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _