Chords for Michael Ray - Sunday Morning Coming Down (Forever Country Cover Series)
Tempo:
80.275 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C]
[Dm] [G]
I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to [D] hold my head, [G] it didn't hurt.
The beer I [D] had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert.
[G] And I fumbled in my closet, [C] from my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt.
[D]
[Em] And I washed [D] my face, combed my hair, [C] stumbled [D] down the [G] stairs to meet the day.
I smoked my brain the night [C] before on [D] cigarettes and songs [G] that I've been picking.
But I lit my [D] first and watched a small [E]
[Em] kid, cussin' at a kid, [D] he was kickin'.
[G] And I walked across the street, [C] smelled the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[D] [E] [Em]
And it took me [D] back to something [Em] I lost [D] somewhere, somehow, a long [G] way.
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned.
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
And nothing's [C] sure to die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
And in the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughing [D] little girl, [G] he was swinging.
And then I stopped [D] beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the [D] songs they were singing.
[G] Made my way across the street, and [D] somewhere far away a lonely [G] bell was ringing.
[D] [Em]
[C] And it echoed [D] through the canyons [C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday.
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned.
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
And nothing's [C] sure to die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning coming down.
[G]
[Dm] [G]
I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to [D] hold my head, [G] it didn't hurt.
The beer I [D] had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert.
[G] And I fumbled in my closet, [C] from my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt.
[D]
[Em] And I washed [D] my face, combed my hair, [C] stumbled [D] down the [G] stairs to meet the day.
I smoked my brain the night [C] before on [D] cigarettes and songs [G] that I've been picking.
But I lit my [D] first and watched a small [E]
[Em] kid, cussin' at a kid, [D] he was kickin'.
[G] And I walked across the street, [C] smelled the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[D] [E] [Em]
And it took me [D] back to something [Em] I lost [D] somewhere, somehow, a long [G] way.
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned.
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
And nothing's [C] sure to die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
And in the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughing [D] little girl, [G] he was swinging.
And then I stopped [D] beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the [D] songs they were singing.
[G] Made my way across the street, and [D] somewhere far away a lonely [G] bell was ringing.
[D] [Em]
[C] And it echoed [D] through the canyons [C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday.
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned.
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
And nothing's [C] sure to die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound.
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning coming down.
[G]
Key:
D
G
C
Em
E
D
G
C
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to [D] hold my head, [G] it didn't hurt. _
_ _ _ _ The beer I [D] had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert. _ _
_ _ [G] And I fumbled in my closet, [C] from my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt.
_ [D] _
[Em] _ _ And I washed [D] my face, combed my hair, [C] stumbled [D] down the [G] stairs to meet the day. _ _ _
_ _ I smoked my brain the night [C] before on [D] cigarettes and songs [G] that I've been picking. _ _ _
_ _ But I lit my [D] first and watched a small [E]
[Em] kid, cussin' at a kid, [D] he was kickin'. _ _
_ [G] And I walked across the street, [C] smelled the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[D] _ [E] _ [Em] _
_ And it took me [D] back to something [Em] I lost [D] somewhere, somehow, a long [G] way. _ _ _
On a Sunday [C] morning _ sidewalk, _ I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned.
Cause _ there's something [D] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone. _ _
And nothing's [C] sure to die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound. _ _
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _
_ And in the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughing [D] little girl, [G] he was swinging. _ _ _
_ And then I stopped [D] beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the [D] songs they were singing. _ _ _
_ [G] Made my way across the street, and [D] somewhere far away a lonely [G] bell was ringing.
[D] _ [Em] _ _
_ [C] And it echoed [D] through the canyons [C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday. _ _ _
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone.
And _ _ nothing's [C] sure to _ die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound. _ _
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning coming down.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to [D] hold my head, [G] it didn't hurt. _
_ _ _ _ The beer I [D] had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert. _ _
_ _ [G] And I fumbled in my closet, [C] from my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt.
_ [D] _
[Em] _ _ And I washed [D] my face, combed my hair, [C] stumbled [D] down the [G] stairs to meet the day. _ _ _
_ _ I smoked my brain the night [C] before on [D] cigarettes and songs [G] that I've been picking. _ _ _
_ _ But I lit my [D] first and watched a small [E]
[Em] kid, cussin' at a kid, [D] he was kickin'. _ _
_ [G] And I walked across the street, [C] smelled the Sunday smell of someone [G] frying chicken.
[D] _ [E] _ [Em] _
_ And it took me [D] back to something [Em] I lost [D] somewhere, somehow, a long [G] way. _ _ _
On a Sunday [C] morning _ sidewalk, _ I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned.
Cause _ there's something [D] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone. _ _
And nothing's [C] sure to die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound. _ _
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _
_ And in the park I saw a daddy [C] with a laughing [D] little girl, [G] he was swinging. _ _ _
_ And then I stopped [D] beside a Sunday [Em] school and listened to the [D] songs they were singing. _ _ _
_ [G] Made my way across the street, and [D] somewhere far away a lonely [G] bell was ringing.
[D] _ [Em] _ _
_ [C] And it echoed [D] through the canyons [C] like the [D] disappearing dreams of [G] yesterday. _ _ _
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing [G] Lord I was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone.
And _ _ nothing's [C] sure to _ die in, half as [G] lonesome as the sound. _ _
Of a sleep in the [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning coming down.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _