Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords

Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

  Well I Gwoke up Sunday morning

  with noC way to hold my head, thaGt didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast

  wasn't bad soEm I had one more for desseDrt

Verse 2

  Than I Gfumble through my closet for

  my clothes and found my cleanest dirCty shirt G

  and I shaved my face and cEmombed my hair

  and stumbled down the stairs to meeDt the day

Verse 3

  I'd smoGked my brain the night before

  and cigCarettes and songs that I've been pickin' G

  but I lit my first and watched Ema small kid

  cussin' at a can that he was kiDcking

Verse 4

  Then I Gcrossed the empty street and caught

  the sunCday smell of someone fryin' chiGcken

and it took me back to somethin' that

  I'd loEmst somehow somewhere along Daway

Chorus

  On a sunday mornin' sidewaClks

  wishing Lord that I wasG stoned

  'cause there is something in a sunday D

  that makes a bodGy feel alone

  And there's nothin' short oCf dyin'

  half as lonesome as the sGound

  on the sleepin' city siDde walks

  Sunday mornin' comin' doGwn

Verse 5

  In theG park I saw a daddy with

  a laugChing little girl whoG he was swingin'

  and I stopped beside a sEmunday school

  and listened to the song that they were Dsingin'

Verse 6

  Then I Gheaded back for home and

  somewheCre far away a lonely bell was rGingin'

  and it echoed thru the canEmyon like

  the disepparing dreams of yDesterday.

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Kris Kristofferson

performed by Willie Nelson

from the album

'Willie Nelson sings Kristofferson' CBS 1979

 WCell I woke up Sunday morning

 with no Fway to hold my head that it didn'tC hurt

 and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't baAmd

 so I had one more for dessGert G7 C G7

 Then I fumblCed through my closet

 for my clothFes and found my cleanest dirty shCirt Am

 and I shavedF my face and I cG7ombed my hair and

 stumblFed down the stairs to meet the G7day

 I smokCed my brain the night before

 with cigaretFtes and songs that I had been Cpickin'

 But I lCit my first and watched a small kid

 cAmussin' at a can that he was kGickin'G7 C G7

 And I croCssed the empty street

 and caught the SunFday smell of someone fryin' chCicken Am

 And it took Fme back to somethiG7n'

 that I 'd losFt somewhere somehG7ow along theC way

 On the Sunday mornin' siFdewalk

 wishin' Lord that I was Cstone

 'cause there's somethin' in SuG7nday

 that makes a body feel aClone C7

 and there's nothing short of dFyin'

 half as lonesome as the Csound

 of a sleepin' city sidewGalk G7 F

 Sunday morniG7n' comin' doCwn

In the park I saw a daddy

 with a laughFing little girl that he was swCingin'

and I stopped beside a Sunday school

 and liAmstened to the songs that they were sGingin'G7 C G7

 and I Cheaded back for home

 and somewhere far Faway a lonely bell was rCingin'Am

 and it eFchoed through the canyG7on

 like the disFappearing drG7eams of yestCerday

Chorus

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