Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Capo 1st fret

G
.    Well, I woke up Sunday mornin’
.              C                     D7                   G
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast
.            Em                                          D7
Wasn’t bad, so I had one more for des-sert.
.            G
Then I fumbled in my closet
.                     C                                                  G              Em
Through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
.            C                             D
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
.         Am7                     D7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.


.      G
I’d smoked my brains the night before
C                           D7                   G
With cigarettes and songs I’d been pickin’.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em                                             D7
.     Playin’ with a can that he was kickin’.
.            G
Then I walked across the street
.                         C                                       G                     Em
And caught the Sunday smell of someone’s fryin’ chicken.
.                      C                      D
And, Lord, it took me back to something
.          Am7                  D7                         G
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.


.                                   C
On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk,
.                                            G
I’m wishin’, lord, that I was stoned.
.                                              D7
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
.                                         G
That makes a body feel a-lone.
.                                             C
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
.                                                G
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
.                               D7
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalks
.                                              G
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.


.          G
In the park I saw a Daddy
.            C                  D7                    G
With a laughin’ little girl that he was swingin’.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em                                                     D7
And listened to the songs they were singin’.
.            G
Then I headed down the streets
.                           C                                        G              Em
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’,
.           C                             D                     Am7           D7                   G
And it echoed through the canyons like a disappearin’ dreams of yes-terday.


.                                   C
On a Sunday mornin’ sidewalk,
.                                            G
I’m wishin’, lord, that I was stoned.
.                                              D7
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
.                                         G
That makes a body feel a-lone.
.                                             C
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
.                                                G
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
.                               D7
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalks
.                                              G
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ Down.

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  1. Pingback: Chord of the day: Sunday Morning Coming Down | Unofficial Johnny Cash dot com

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