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Sunday Morning Coming Down by Johnny Cash
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Capo:1st fret
C
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
F G C
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
Am
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
G
So I had one more for dessert.
C F
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
C Am
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
F G
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
C
I'd smoked my mind the night before
F G C
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
Am
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
G
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
C
Then I walked across the street
F C Am
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
F G
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
C
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
F
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
C
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
G
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
C
That makes a body feel alone.
F
And there's nothing short a' dying
C
That's half as lonesome as the sound
G
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
C
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
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version 2
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
E A B7 C#m Esus
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E
Well I woke up Sunday mornin'
A B7 E
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
E C#m
And the beer I had for breakast wasn't bad
B7
So I had one more for desert
E
Then I fumbled through my closet
A E C#m
And through my clothes and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
A B7
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
A B7
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
E
Well I smoked my mind the night before
A B7 E
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
E
Then I lit my first and watched a small kid
C#m B7
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
E
Then I walked across the street
A E
And cuaght the Sunaday smell of someones fryin' chickin
A B7
And Lord it took me back something
A B7 E
That I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
E A
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
E
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
B7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
E
That makes a body feel alone
A
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
E
That's half as lonesome as the sound
B7
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
E
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
E
In the park I saw a daddy
A B7
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
E
Then I stopped beside a Sunday School
C#m B7
And listen to the songs they were singin'
E
Then I headed down the street
A E C#m
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
A B7
And it echoed through the canyon
A B7 E
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
E A
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
E
I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned
B7
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
E
That makes a body feel alone
A
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
E
That's half as lonesome as the sound
B7
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
E
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
(ending)
E Esus Esus E
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version 3
Capo:no capo
G
Well, i woke up sunday morning
G7 C G
With no wave apon my head that didn't hurt
G Am
And the beer i had for breakfast wosen't bad
Am G
So I had one for desert
G G7
Then I stumbled to the closet and I
C G Am
Found my cleanest dirty shirt
C Am
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
C Am G
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G G7
I'd smoked my mind the night before
C G
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
G Am
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Am G
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
G G7
Then I crossed the empty street
C G Am
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
C Am
And it took me back to somethin'
C Am G G7
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
G7 C
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
C G Am
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
C Am
'Cos there's something in a Sunday
C G
Makes a body feel alone
G G7 C
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
C G Am
Half as lonesome as the sound,
C Am
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
C Am G
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
G G7
In the park I saw a daddy
G7 C G
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
G
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
G Am G
And listened to the song they were singin'
G G7
Then I headed back for home
G7 C G Am
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
Am C Am
And it echoed through the canyons
C Am G G7
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
G7 C
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
C G Am
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
C Am
'Cos there's something in a Sunday
C G
Makes a body feel alone
G G7 C
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
C G Am
Half as lonesome as the sound,
C Am
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
C Am G
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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version 4
Capo:no capo
G
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
C D G
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
G E
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
D
So I had one more for dessert
G C
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
G E
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
C D
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
A D
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
G
Well I smoked my mind the night before
C G
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
A D
Cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'
G
I crossed the empty street
C G
Caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
C D A
And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
D G
Somewhere, somehow along the way
C
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
G
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stone
D
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
G
That makes a body feel alone
C
And there ain't nothing short of dying
G
Half as lonesome as the sound
D
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
E
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he'd been swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs that they were singin'
I headed down the road,
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like a disappearin' dream of yesterday
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version 5
Tuning:E A D G B E
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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version 6
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo: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
G 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
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 Em
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
D
playing with a 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 somethin' that I lost somewhere
D G
somehow along the way
[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
[Verse 3]
G G7
in the park I saw a daddy
C D G
with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
G
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em D
and listened to the songs they were singing
G G7
then I headed down the street
C G Em
and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
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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