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