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