"Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" is a song written by Kris Kristofferson, becoming a number one hit for Johnny Cash in 1970.
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Standard Tuning. Capo on 1st Fret.
[Verse 1]
G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
C D G
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D
so I had one more for dessert
G G7 C
then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
G Em
and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
C D
then I washed my face, and combed my hair
C D G
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
G G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C D G
with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
G
but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing
Em D
with the can that he was kicking
G G7
then I walked across the street
C G Em
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
C D Am
and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere
D G
somehow along the way
[Chorus]
C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
C G
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned
D
cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
and there's nothing short of dying
G
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G
and Sunday morning coming down
[Verse 3]
G7
in the park I saw a daddy
C D G
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D
and listened to the songs that they were singing
G G7
then I headed down the street
C G Em
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring - ing
C D
and it echoed through the canyons
Am D G
like our disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
C
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned
D
cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
and there's nothing short of dying
G
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G
and Sunday morning coming down
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Standard Tuning. Capo on 1st Fret.
[Verse 1]
G
Well I woke up Sunday morning
C D G
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Em
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D
so I had one more for dessert
G G7 C
then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
G Em
and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
C D
then I washed my face, and combed my hair
C D G
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
[Verse 2]
G G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C D G
with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
G
but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing
Em D
with the can that he was kicking
G G7
then I walked across the street
C G Em
and caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
C D Am
and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere
D G
somehow along the way
[Chorus]
C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
C G
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned
D
cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
and there's nothing short of dying
G
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G
and Sunday morning coming down
[Verse 3]
G7
in the park I saw a daddy
C D G
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D
and listened to the songs that they were singing
G G7
then I headed down the street
C G Em
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring - ing
C D
and it echoed through the canyons
Am D G
like our disappearing dreams of yesterday
[Chorus]
C
on a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing lord, that I was stoned
D
cause there's something in a Sunday
G
that makes the body feel alone
C
and there's nothing short of dying
G
that's half as lonesome as the sound
D
of the sleeping city sidewalks
G
and Sunday morning coming down
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All audio and video segments remain the property of the original artists and publishing companies. The channel author derives no income or unjust enrichment from the presentation of this video, and does not use AdSense or other partner monetization schemes.
I’m making such material available in an effort to advance understanding of the guitar. I believe this constitutes a fair use of any such copyrighted material as provided for in title 17&107 of the United States Code.
In accordance with the above Copyright Acts, the material on this site is distributed without profit to those who have expressed interest in receiving the included information for research and educational purposes.
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