Chords for Johnny Cash - "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" [Live from Austin, TX]
Tempo:
88.5 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[A]
Here's a song I like to do.
Chris Doverson wrote it.
And it's a song that I like to do it because it makes me reflect back on where I've been.
Kind of keeps me off the street.
That's important for me to do, to look back where I've been, because I don't want to lose track of where I am.
Trying to go.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to hold [E] my head that [A] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#] [F#m] [D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[A] I smoked my mind the night [D] before with [E] cigarettes and songs [A] that I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [F#] small boy [F#m] cussing at a can that [E] he'd been kicking.
[A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#]
[F#m] [D] And it took me [E] back to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way.
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, [A] that I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes the body [A] feel alone.
Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying.
Half as lonesome [A] as the sound of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [G#m] school, [F#m]
listened to the songs that they [E] were singing.
[A] I headed down the road somewhere [D] far away, a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[G#m] [F#m]
[D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, I'm wishing, [Bm] Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something [F#] about [E] a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, and there ain't nothing short [D] of dying.
Half as lonesome as [A] the sound of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk Sunday morning [A] coming down.
[D] [A]
[N]
[E] [N] Can't believe it's been 31 years since we did it like this.
I want you to hear the way we start out in case you were born since 56 and never heard it.
But, boy, we've enjoyed the 31 years.
I don't even remember the bad times.
There have been so many good times.
But this is the way we sounded 31 years ago when we recorded with W.S. Holland on the snare drum here.
W.S. Holland has played drums with me for [Em] 28 years.
Bob [N] Wooten on lead
Here's a song I like to do.
Chris Doverson wrote it.
And it's a song that I like to do it because it makes me reflect back on where I've been.
Kind of keeps me off the street.
That's important for me to do, to look back where I've been, because I don't want to lose track of where I am.
Trying to go.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to hold [E] my head that [A] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#] [F#m] [D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[A] I smoked my mind the night [D] before with [E] cigarettes and songs [A] that I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [F#] small boy [F#m] cussing at a can that [E] he'd been kicking.
[A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#]
[F#m] [D] And it took me [E] back to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way.
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, [A] that I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes the body [A] feel alone.
Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying.
Half as lonesome [A] as the sound of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [G#m] school, [F#m]
listened to the songs that they [E] were singing.
[A] I headed down the road somewhere [D] far away, a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[G#m] [F#m]
[D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, I'm wishing, [Bm] Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something [F#] about [E] a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, and there ain't nothing short [D] of dying.
Half as lonesome as [A] the sound of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk Sunday morning [A] coming down.
[D] [A]
[N]
[E] [N] Can't believe it's been 31 years since we did it like this.
I want you to hear the way we start out in case you were born since 56 and never heard it.
But, boy, we've enjoyed the 31 years.
I don't even remember the bad times.
There have been so many good times.
But this is the way we sounded 31 years ago when we recorded with W.S. Holland on the snare drum here.
W.S. Holland has played drums with me for [Em] 28 years.
Bob [N] Wooten on lead
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
F#
A
D
E
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Here's a song I like to do.
Chris Doverson wrote it.
And it's a song that I like to do it because it makes me reflect back on where I've been.
Kind of keeps me off the street.
That's important for me to do, to look back where I've been, because I don't want to lose track of where I am.
Trying to go. _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to hold [E] my head that [A] didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ [D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
_ [A] I smoked my mind the night [D] before with [E] cigarettes and songs [A] that I'd been picking. _ _ _
_ _ But I lit my first and watched a [F#] small boy [F#m] cussing at a can that [E] he'd been kicking. _ _ _
_ _ [A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
_ _ [F#] _
[F#m] _ _ [D] And it took me [E] back to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way. _ _ _
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ oh, I'm wishing, Lord, [A] that I was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday _ that makes the body [A] feel alone.
_ Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying. _ _
Half as lonesome [A] as the sound _ _ _ of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk Sunday _ morning [A] coming down. _ _ _
_ _ In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [G#m] school, [F#m]
listened to the songs that they [E] were singing. _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] I headed down the road somewhere [D] far away, a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
_ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday. _ _ _
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing, [Bm] Lord, that I [A] was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something [F#] about [E] a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
_ _ Oh, and there ain't nothing short [D] of dying. _ _
Half as lonesome as [A] the sound _ _ of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk _ Sunday _ _ _ _ morning [A] coming down.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [N] _ Can't believe it's been 31 years since _ _ _ _ we did it like this.
I want you to hear the way we start out in case you were born since 56 and never heard it. _
_ _ _ But, boy, we've enjoyed the 31 years.
I don't even remember the bad times.
There have been so many good times.
But this is the way we sounded 31 years ago when we recorded with W.S. Holland on the snare drum here.
W.S. Holland has played drums with me for [Em] 28 years. _
Bob _ _ [N] _ _ Wooten on lead
_ _ _ _ _ _ Here's a song I like to do.
Chris Doverson wrote it.
And it's a song that I like to do it because it makes me reflect back on where I've been.
Kind of keeps me off the street.
That's important for me to do, to look back where I've been, because I don't want to lose track of where I am.
Trying to go. _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [D] with no way to hold [E] my head that [A] didn't hurt.
_ _ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ [D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
_ [A] I smoked my mind the night [D] before with [E] cigarettes and songs [A] that I'd been picking. _ _ _
_ _ But I lit my first and watched a [F#] small boy [F#m] cussing at a can that [E] he'd been kicking. _ _ _
_ _ [A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
_ _ [F#] _
[F#m] _ _ [D] And it took me [E] back to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way. _ _ _
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ oh, I'm wishing, Lord, [A] that I was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday _ that makes the body [A] feel alone.
_ Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying. _ _
Half as lonesome [A] as the sound _ _ _ of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk Sunday _ morning [A] coming down. _ _ _
_ _ In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [G#m] school, [F#m]
listened to the songs that they [E] were singing. _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] I headed down the road somewhere [D] far away, a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
_ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday. _ _ _
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing, [Bm] Lord, that I [A] was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something [F#] about [E] a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
_ _ Oh, and there ain't nothing short [D] of dying. _ _
Half as lonesome as [A] the sound _ _ of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk _ Sunday _ _ _ _ morning [A] coming down.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [N] _ Can't believe it's been 31 years since _ _ _ _ we did it like this.
I want you to hear the way we start out in case you were born since 56 and never heard it. _
_ _ _ But, boy, we've enjoyed the 31 years.
I don't even remember the bad times.
There have been so many good times.
But this is the way we sounded 31 years ago when we recorded with W.S. Holland on the snare drum here.
W.S. Holland has played drums with me for [Em] 28 years. _
Bob _ _ [N] _ _ Wooten on lead
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