Chords for Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Tempo:
157.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A] [D]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled through my closet for [D] my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
And
[F#] [F#m]
[D] I shaved my face and combed my hair [Bm] and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day.
[A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and songs that [A] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
Then [A] I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m]
[A] [D] And it took me [Bm] back to something that I'd lost somehow [E] somewhere along [A] the way.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
And there's [C#] nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city sidewalks, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing.
[A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing.
[D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
On the [C#] Sunday [D] morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
And there's nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E]
[A]
[A] [D]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled through my closet for [D] my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
And
[F#] [F#m]
[D] I shaved my face and combed my hair [Bm] and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day.
[A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and songs that [A] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking.
Then [A] I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m]
[A] [D] And it took me [Bm] back to something that I'd lost somehow [E] somewhere along [A] the way.
On the Sunday [D] morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
And there's [C#] nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city sidewalks, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing.
[A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing.
[D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday.
On the [C#] Sunday [D] morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday that makes a body [A] feel alone.
And there's nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound.
On the sleeping [E] city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D]
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[D] [A]
[E]
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, _ so I had one more [E] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Then I fumbled through my closet for [D] my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
_ And _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] I shaved my face and combed my hair [Bm] and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and songs that [A] I'd been picking. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then [A] I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying _ chicken. _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] [D] And it took me [Bm] back to something that I'd lost somehow [E] somewhere along [A] the way. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On the Sunday [D] morning _ _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ wishing _ Lord that I [A] was _ _ stoned. _
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body _ [A] feel alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's [C#] nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On the sleeping [E] city _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ _ Sunday morning _ [A] coming down.
_ In _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the park I saw a daddy _ [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the _ disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On the [C#] Sunday [D] morning _ _ _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ wishing Lord that I [A] was _ stoned. _ _ _ _
_ _ Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ makes a body [A] feel _ alone. _ _ _ _ _
_ And there's nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the _ sound. _ _ _ _ _ _
On the sleeping [E] city _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [A] down.
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't [F#] bad, _ so I had one more [E] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Then I fumbled through my closet for [D] my clothes and found my cleanest [A] dirty shirt.
_ And _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] I shaved my face and combed my hair [Bm] and stumbled down the stairs to meet [E] the day. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] I'd smoked my brain the night before [D] on cigarettes and songs that [A] I'd been picking. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] kid cussing at a can [E] that he was kicking. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then [A] I crossed the empty street and caught [D] the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying _ chicken. _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] [D] And it took me [Bm] back to something that I'd lost somehow [E] somewhere along [A] the way. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On the Sunday [D] morning _ _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ wishing _ Lord that I [A] was _ _ stoned. _
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body _ [A] feel alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's [C#] nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On the sleeping [E] city _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ _ Sunday morning _ [A] coming down.
_ In _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the park I saw a daddy _ [D] with a laughing little girl who he [A] was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [F#m] and listened to the song that they [E] were singing. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Then I headed back for home and [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [F#m] was ringing. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] And it echoed through [Bm] the canyons like [D] the _ disappearing [E] dreams of [A] yesterday. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On the [C#] Sunday [D] morning _ _ _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ wishing Lord that I [A] was _ stoned. _ _ _ _
_ _ Cause there's something in [E] a Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ makes a body [A] feel _ alone. _ _ _ _ _
_ And there's nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the _ sound. _ _ _ _ _ _
On the sleeping [E] city _ _ _ sidewalks, _ _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [A] down.
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