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