Chords for Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
79.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [G]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, no [C] way to hold my head,
that [G] didn't hurt.
The beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad,
so I had one more for [D] dessert.
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes
and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt, and [Em] I'm wearing it.
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [Am] hair
and stumbled [A] down the stairs [D] to meet the date.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs
[G] that I'd been picking, but I lit my first
and watched a [Em] small kid, cousin had a can that [D] he was kicking.
[G] Then I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell
of someone [G] frying chicken, [Em]
[C] and it took me [Am] back to something
[C] that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalks, wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying,
half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, Sunday [G] morning coming down.
In the park, I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl
[G] who he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [Em] listened to the [D] song
that they were singing.
Then
[G] I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away,
a [G] lonesome bell was ringing, [Em]
[C] and it echoed [A] through the canyon
[C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalks, wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
Thank you.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, no [C] way to hold my head,
that [G] didn't hurt.
The beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad,
so I had one more for [D] dessert.
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes
and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt, and [Em] I'm wearing it.
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [Am] hair
and stumbled [A] down the stairs [D] to meet the date.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs
[G] that I'd been picking, but I lit my first
and watched a [Em] small kid, cousin had a can that [D] he was kicking.
[G] Then I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell
of someone [G] frying chicken, [Em]
[C] and it took me [Am] back to something
[C] that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalks, wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying,
half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, Sunday [G] morning coming down.
In the park, I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl
[G] who he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [Em] listened to the [D] song
that they were singing.
Then
[G] I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away,
a [G] lonesome bell was ringing, [Em]
[C] and it echoed [A] through the canyon
[C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalks, wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
Thank you.
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[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, no [C] way to hold my head,
that [G] didn't hurt.
_ _ The beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad,
so I had one more for [D] dessert. _ _
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes
and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt, _ and [Em] I'm wearing it. _ _
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [Am] hair
and stumbled [A] down the stairs [D] to meet the date. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs
[G] that I'd been picking, _ _ but _ _ I lit my first
and watched a [Em] small kid, cousin had a can that [D] he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Then I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell
of someone [G] frying chicken, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[C] and it took me [Am] back to something
[C] that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
_ _ _ On the Sunday [C] morning _ sidewalks, _ wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
_ _ Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ There ain't nothing [C] short of dying,
_ _ _ half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
_ On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, _ _ _ Sunday [G] morning coming down. _ _ _ _ _
_ In the park, I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl
[G] who he was swinging. _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [Em] listened to the [D] song
that they were singing.
_ Then _ _
_ [G] I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away,
a [G] lonesome bell was ringing, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[C] and it echoed [A] through the canyon
[C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday.
_ _ _ _ On the Sunday [C] morning _ _ sidewalks, wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
_ _ Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday _ that makes a body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
_ _ On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down.
_ _ _ Thank you.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, no [C] way to hold my head,
that [G] didn't hurt.
_ _ The beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad,
so I had one more for [D] dessert. _ _
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes
and found my cleanest [G] dirty shirt, _ and [Em] I'm wearing it. _ _
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [Am] hair
and stumbled [A] down the stairs [D] to meet the date. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs
[G] that I'd been picking, _ _ but _ _ I lit my first
and watched a [Em] small kid, cousin had a can that [D] he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Then I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell
of someone [G] frying chicken, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[C] and it took me [Am] back to something
[C] that I'd lost [D] somehow somewhere [G] along the way.
_ _ _ On the Sunday [C] morning _ sidewalks, _ wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
_ _ Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ There ain't nothing [C] short of dying,
_ _ _ half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
_ On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, _ _ _ Sunday [G] morning coming down. _ _ _ _ _
_ In the park, I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl
[G] who he was swinging. _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [Em] listened to the [D] song
that they were singing.
_ Then _ _
_ [G] I headed back for home and somewhere [C] far away,
a [G] lonesome bell was ringing, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[C] and it echoed [A] through the canyon
[C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday.
_ _ _ _ On the Sunday [C] morning _ _ sidewalks, wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
_ _ Oh, there's something [D] in a Sunday _ that makes a body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
_ _ On the sleeping [D] city sidewalks, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down.
_ _ _ Thank you.