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