Chords for Mother Hips - "Sunday Morning Coming down"
Tempo:
142.9 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I woke up Sunday morning with no [F] way [C] to hold [G] my head, that [C] didn't hurt.
The beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one for [G] dessert.
I [C] fumbled through my closet for my [F] clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
[Am]
Then [F] I washed my [G] face and combed my hair and [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd [C] smoked my mind the night before on cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been [C] picking.
Then I lit my first and watched a small kid [Am] cussing at a can that he was kicking.
Then [C] I walked across the street and caught [F] the Sunday smell of someone's [C] fried chicken.
[Am]
And it [F] took me back to [G] something that [D] I lost somewhere [G] somehow along [C] the way.
[C]
On a Sunday morning [F]
sidewalk, the mission lured that I was [C] stoned.
Cause there's something in [G] something that makes a body feel [C] alone.
And there's nothing short [F] of dying, half as lonesome [C] as the sound
of a sleeping city [G] sidewalk on a Sunday morning [C] coming down.
In [D] the park I saw a daddy with a [G] laughing little [A] girl that he [D] was swinging.
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Bm] and listened to the songs [A] they were singing.
Then [D] I headed down the street and somewhere [G] far away a lonely bell [D] was ringing.
[Bm]
And [G] it echoed through the [A]
canyons [Em] like the disappearing dreams of [D] yesterday.
On a Sunday [G] morning sidewalk, the mission lured that I was [D] stoned.
Cause there's something [A] in a Sunday that makes a body [D] feel alone.
And there's nothing [G] short of dying, half as lonesome [D] as the sound
[D] of a sleeping [A] city sidewalk on a Sunday morning [G] coming down.
[D] Sunday morning [B] coming down.
Sunday morning [A] coming down.
Sunday morning [G] coming
[D]
[B]
[A]
[G] down.
Sunday morning coming [D] down.
[B]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[A]
[G]
The beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one for [G] dessert.
I [C] fumbled through my closet for my [F] clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
[Am]
Then [F] I washed my [G] face and combed my hair and [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd [C] smoked my mind the night before on cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been [C] picking.
Then I lit my first and watched a small kid [Am] cussing at a can that he was kicking.
Then [C] I walked across the street and caught [F] the Sunday smell of someone's [C] fried chicken.
[Am]
And it [F] took me back to [G] something that [D] I lost somewhere [G] somehow along [C] the way.
[C]
On a Sunday morning [F]
sidewalk, the mission lured that I was [C] stoned.
Cause there's something in [G] something that makes a body feel [C] alone.
And there's nothing short [F] of dying, half as lonesome [C] as the sound
of a sleeping city [G] sidewalk on a Sunday morning [C] coming down.
In [D] the park I saw a daddy with a [G] laughing little [A] girl that he [D] was swinging.
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Bm] and listened to the songs [A] they were singing.
Then [D] I headed down the street and somewhere [G] far away a lonely bell [D] was ringing.
[Bm]
And [G] it echoed through the [A]
canyons [Em] like the disappearing dreams of [D] yesterday.
On a Sunday [G] morning sidewalk, the mission lured that I was [D] stoned.
Cause there's something [A] in a Sunday that makes a body [D] feel alone.
And there's nothing [G] short of dying, half as lonesome [D] as the sound
[D] of a sleeping [A] city sidewalk on a Sunday morning [G] coming down.
[D] Sunday morning [B] coming down.
Sunday morning [A] coming down.
Sunday morning [G] coming
[D]
[B]
[A]
[G] down.
Sunday morning coming [D] down.
[B]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[A]
[G]
Key:
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D
C
A
F
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C
_ I _ woke up Sunday morning with no [F] way [C] to hold [G] my head, that [C] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
The _ beer I had for _ breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, _ so I had one for [G] dessert. _
_ _ _ _ _ I [C] fumbled through my closet for my [F] clothes and found my _ cleanest _ dirty shirt. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then [F] I washed my [G] face and combed my hair and [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'd [C] smoked my mind the night before on _ cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been [C] picking.
_ _ _ _ _ Then I lit my first and watched a small kid [Am] cussing at a can that he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _
Then [C] I walked across the street and caught [F] the Sunday smell of _ someone's [C] fried _ chicken. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And it [F] took me back to [G] something that [D] I lost somewhere [G] somehow _ along [C] the way.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
On a Sunday morning [F] _
_ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ the mission _ lured that I was [C] _ stoned. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Cause there's something in [G] something _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that makes a body feel [C] alone. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And there's nothing short [F] of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [C] as the _ _ sound _ _
_ _ _ of a sleeping city [G] _ _ sidewalk _ _ _ _ on a Sunday morning _ [C] coming down. _ _ _
In [D] the park I saw a daddy with a [G] laughing little [A] girl that he [D] was swinging. _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Bm] and listened to the songs [A] they were singing. _ _ _
Then [D] I headed down the street and somewhere [G] far away a lonely bell [D] was ringing. _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [G] it echoed through the [A]
canyons [Em] like the _ disappearing _ dreams of _ [D] yesterday. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On a Sunday [G] morning _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ the mission lured that I was [D] _ stoned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Cause there's something [A] in a Sunday _ _ _ _ that _ makes a body [D] feel alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's nothing [G] short of _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [D] as the sound _ _
[D] of _ _ _ a sleeping [A] city _ sidewalk _ _ _ on _ a Sunday _ morning [G] coming down. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Sunday _ morning [B] coming down.
Sunday morning [A] coming down.
_ Sunday morning [G] coming _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ down.
Sunday morning coming [D] _ _ down. _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The _ beer I had for _ breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, _ so I had one for [G] dessert. _
_ _ _ _ _ I [C] fumbled through my closet for my [F] clothes and found my _ cleanest _ dirty shirt. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then [F] I washed my [G] face and combed my hair and [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'd [C] smoked my mind the night before on _ cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been [C] picking.
_ _ _ _ _ Then I lit my first and watched a small kid [Am] cussing at a can that he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _
Then [C] I walked across the street and caught [F] the Sunday smell of _ someone's [C] fried _ chicken. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And it [F] took me back to [G] something that [D] I lost somewhere [G] somehow _ along [C] the way.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
On a Sunday morning [F] _
_ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ the mission _ lured that I was [C] _ stoned. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Cause there's something in [G] something _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that makes a body feel [C] alone. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And there's nothing short [F] of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [C] as the _ _ sound _ _
_ _ _ of a sleeping city [G] _ _ sidewalk _ _ _ _ on a Sunday morning _ [C] coming down. _ _ _
In [D] the park I saw a daddy with a [G] laughing little [A] girl that he [D] was swinging. _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Bm] and listened to the songs [A] they were singing. _ _ _
Then [D] I headed down the street and somewhere [G] far away a lonely bell [D] was ringing. _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [G] it echoed through the [A]
canyons [Em] like the _ disappearing _ dreams of _ [D] yesterday. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On a Sunday [G] morning _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ the mission lured that I was [D] _ stoned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Cause there's something [A] in a Sunday _ _ _ _ that _ makes a body [D] feel alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's nothing [G] short of _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [D] as the sound _ _
[D] of _ _ _ a sleeping [A] city _ sidewalk _ _ _ on _ a Sunday _ morning [G] coming down. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Sunday _ morning [B] coming down.
Sunday morning [A] coming down.
_ Sunday morning [G] coming _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ down.
Sunday morning coming [D] _ _ down. _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
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