Chords for Jesse Morris: Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [A]
Hello, I sure as hell ain't Johnny Cash.
[F#m]
I woke up Sunday [A] morning with no [D] need to hold [E] my head that didn't [A] hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, I had [B] one more.
[E]
And I [A] fumbled in my closet for my [D] clothes and [F#m] found my [D] cleanest dirty [A] shirt.
[F#m]
And I [D] washed my face [E] and combed my hair, [D] and tumbled down [E] the stairs that made the day.
I [A] smoked my brain the night before with [D] cigarettes and [E] salt, I didn't dig [A] it.
And I lit my first and watched the young kid [F#m] come out of town, I didn't [E] dig it.
As I [A] crossed the empty street I caught the Sunday [D] smell of sun [A]-frying chicken.
[F#m]
Sunday [D] took me back to [E] something, but I'm [D] lost somewhere [E] somehow, long way.
[A]
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, [D]
I'm wishing Lord that I was [A] stoned.
Anybody got a joint?
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes the body feel alone.
[F#m] [A]
And there's nothing short [D] of dying, but life is lonely at the [A]
sound of a sleeping city [E]
sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [A] down, in the park I saw a daddy with a [D] wife
[E] that he missed.
[A]
And as I passed the Sunday school [F#] I listened to the [F#m] songs [E] they'd sing at the ball.
As [A] I crossed that empty street once more, [D] off somewhere a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[F#m]
And [D] that echoed through the [E]
canyons like the [D] [F#m] disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes the body feel [A] alone.
And there's nothing short [D] of dying, but life is lonely at the [A] sound of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk.
And the sound of Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] [E]
That was something, that was something that was like a ball in my hand.
Hi Mom.
Hello, I sure as hell ain't Johnny Cash.
[F#m]
I woke up Sunday [A] morning with no [D] need to hold [E] my head that didn't [A] hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, I had [B] one more.
[E]
And I [A] fumbled in my closet for my [D] clothes and [F#m] found my [D] cleanest dirty [A] shirt.
[F#m]
And I [D] washed my face [E] and combed my hair, [D] and tumbled down [E] the stairs that made the day.
I [A] smoked my brain the night before with [D] cigarettes and [E] salt, I didn't dig [A] it.
And I lit my first and watched the young kid [F#m] come out of town, I didn't [E] dig it.
As I [A] crossed the empty street I caught the Sunday [D] smell of sun [A]-frying chicken.
[F#m]
Sunday [D] took me back to [E] something, but I'm [D] lost somewhere [E] somehow, long way.
[A]
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, [D]
I'm wishing Lord that I was [A] stoned.
Anybody got a joint?
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes the body feel alone.
[F#m] [A]
And there's nothing short [D] of dying, but life is lonely at the [A]
sound of a sleeping city [E]
sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [A] down, in the park I saw a daddy with a [D] wife
[E] that he missed.
[A]
And as I passed the Sunday school [F#] I listened to the [F#m] songs [E] they'd sing at the ball.
As [A] I crossed that empty street once more, [D] off somewhere a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[F#m]
And [D] that echoed through the [E]
canyons like the [D] [F#m] disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday that makes the body feel [A] alone.
And there's nothing short [D] of dying, but life is lonely at the [A] sound of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk.
And the sound of Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] [E]
That was something, that was something that was like a ball in my hand.
Hi Mom.
Key:
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[N] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Hello, I sure as hell ain't Johnny Cash.
_ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ I woke up Sunday [A] morning with no [D] need to hold [E] my head that didn't [A] hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, I had [B] one more.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ And I [A] fumbled in my closet for my [D] clothes and [F#m] found my [D] cleanest dirty [A] shirt. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ And I [D] washed my face [E] and combed my hair, [D] and tumbled down [E] the stairs that made the day. _ _ _
_ I [A] smoked my brain the night before with [D] _ cigarettes and [E] salt, I didn't dig [A] it. _ _ _ _
And I lit my first and watched the young kid [F#m] come out of town, I didn't [E] dig it. _ _ _ _ _
As I [A] crossed the empty street I caught the Sunday [D] smell of sun _ [A]-frying chicken. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
Sunday [D] took me back to [E] something, but I'm [D] lost somewhere _ [E] somehow, long way.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning _ sidewalk, _ [D] _ _ _
_ I'm wishing Lord that I was [A] stoned.
_ Anybody got a joint? _
_ _ Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday _ _ _ _ _ _ that makes the body _ feel alone.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ And there's nothing short [D] of _ dying, _ _ _ _ but life is lonely at the [A]
sound of _ _ _ _ _ _ a sleeping city _ [E]
sidewalk.
_ _ _ _ _ And Sunday morning coming [A] down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy with a [D] wife _
_ [E] _ that he missed.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ And as I passed the Sunday school [F#] I listened to the [F#m] songs _ [E] they'd sing at the ball.
_ _ As [A] I crossed that empty street once more, [D] off somewhere a lonely bell [A] was ringing. _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ And [D] that echoed through the [E]
canyons like the [D] _ [F#m] disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On a Sunday morning [D] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ makes the body feel _ [A] alone. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And there's nothing short [D] of _ dying, _ _ _ _ but life is lonely at the [A] sound _ of _ _ _ _ _ a sleeping city [E] sidewalk.
_ _ _ _ And the sound of Sunday morning coming [A] down. _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
That was something, that was something that was like a ball in my hand.
_ _ _ Hi Mom. _ _
Hello, I sure as hell ain't Johnny Cash.
_ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ I woke up Sunday [A] morning with no [D] need to hold [E] my head that didn't [A] hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, I had [B] one more.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ And I [A] fumbled in my closet for my [D] clothes and [F#m] found my [D] cleanest dirty [A] shirt. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ And I [D] washed my face [E] and combed my hair, [D] and tumbled down [E] the stairs that made the day. _ _ _
_ I [A] smoked my brain the night before with [D] _ cigarettes and [E] salt, I didn't dig [A] it. _ _ _ _
And I lit my first and watched the young kid [F#m] come out of town, I didn't [E] dig it. _ _ _ _ _
As I [A] crossed the empty street I caught the Sunday [D] smell of sun _ [A]-frying chicken. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
Sunday [D] took me back to [E] something, but I'm [D] lost somewhere _ [E] somehow, long way.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning _ sidewalk, _ [D] _ _ _
_ I'm wishing Lord that I was [A] stoned.
_ Anybody got a joint? _
_ _ Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday _ _ _ _ _ _ that makes the body _ feel alone.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ And there's nothing short [D] of _ dying, _ _ _ _ but life is lonely at the [A]
sound of _ _ _ _ _ _ a sleeping city _ [E]
sidewalk.
_ _ _ _ _ And Sunday morning coming [A] down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy with a [D] wife _
_ [E] _ that he missed.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ And as I passed the Sunday school [F#] I listened to the [F#m] songs _ [E] they'd sing at the ball.
_ _ As [A] I crossed that empty street once more, [D] off somewhere a lonely bell [A] was ringing. _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ And [D] that echoed through the [E]
canyons like the [D] _ [F#m] disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On a Sunday morning [D] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cause there's something in a [E] Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ makes the body feel _ [A] alone. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And there's nothing short [D] of _ dying, _ _ _ _ but life is lonely at the [A] sound _ of _ _ _ _ _ a sleeping city [E] sidewalk.
_ _ _ _ And the sound of Sunday morning coming [A] down. _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
That was something, that was something that was like a ball in my hand.
_ _ _ Hi Mom. _ _