Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords by Johnny Cash
Tempo:
159.15 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Db
Fm
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to [Eb] hold my head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, [Db] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt.
[Fm]
Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking.
Then I [Ab] walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
[Fm] And, Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost [Eb] somewhere, somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday that makes the body feel [Ab] alone.
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning [Ab] coming down, in the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing [Eb] little girl that [Ab] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing.
[Fm]
[Db] And it echoed [Eb] through the canyon [Bbm] like a disappearing [Eb] dream of [Ab] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday that makes the body feel [Ab] alone.
And there's nothing short of [Db] dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down.
[N]
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, [Db] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt.
[Fm]
Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking.
Then I [Ab] walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
[Fm] And, Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost [Eb] somewhere, somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday that makes the body feel [Ab] alone.
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning [Ab] coming down, in the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing [Eb] little girl that [Ab] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing.
[Fm]
[Db] And it echoed [Eb] through the canyon [Bbm] like a disappearing [Eb] dream of [Ab] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday that makes the body feel [Ab] alone.
And there's nothing short of [Db] dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down.
[N]
Key:
Ab
Eb
Db
Fm
Bbm
Ab
Eb
Db
_ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning _ [Db] with no way to [Eb] hold my head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast _ [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert. _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, [Db] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ _ _ I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before _ with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid _ playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Then I [Ab] walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of _ [Ab] someone's frying chicken. _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ And, Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost [Eb] somewhere, somehow [Ab] along the way. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning [Db] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, _ Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
_ _ Cause _ _ _ _ _ there's something in [Eb] a Sunday _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that makes the body feel [Ab] _ alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [Db] short of dying _ _ _ _ _ that's half as _ lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ _ _ of the sleeping [Eb] city _ sidewalk. _ _
_ _ _ And Sunday morning [Ab] coming down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
in the park I saw a daddy _ [Db] with a laughing [Eb] little girl that [Ab] he was swinging. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing. _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] And it echoed [Eb] through the canyon _ [Bbm] like a disappearing [Eb] dream of [Ab] yesterday. _ _ _ _
_ On _ _ a Sunday morning [Db] _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, _ Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned. _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday _ _ _ _ _ that _ makes the body feel [Ab] alone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ short of [Db] _ dying _ _ _ that's _ half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ of _ the sleeping [Eb] city _ sidewalk. _ _ _
_ _ _ And _ Sunday morning _ _ coming _ [Ab] down.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
That [Ab] didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast _ [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert. _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, [Db] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ _ _ I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before _ with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid _ playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Then I [Ab] walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of _ [Ab] someone's frying chicken. _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ And, Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost [Eb] somewhere, somehow [Ab] along the way. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning [Db] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, _ Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
_ _ Cause _ _ _ _ _ there's something in [Eb] a Sunday _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that makes the body feel [Ab] _ alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [Db] short of dying _ _ _ _ _ that's half as _ lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ _ _ of the sleeping [Eb] city _ sidewalk. _ _
_ _ _ And Sunday morning [Ab] coming down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
in the park I saw a daddy _ [Db] with a laughing [Eb] little girl that [Ab] he was swinging. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing. _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] And it echoed [Eb] through the canyon _ [Bbm] like a disappearing [Eb] dream of [Ab] yesterday. _ _ _ _
_ On _ _ a Sunday morning [Db] _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, _ Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned. _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday _ _ _ _ _ that _ makes the body feel [Ab] alone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ short of [Db] _ dying _ _ _ that's _ half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ of _ the sleeping [Eb] city _ sidewalk. _ _ _
_ _ _ And _ Sunday morning _ _ coming _ [Ab] down.
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