Chords for Buddy Miller & Kris Kristofferson - "Sunday Morning Coming Down" [AUDIO ONLY]
Tempo:
77.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
![Buddy Miller & Kris Kristofferson - "Sunday Morning Coming Down" [AUDIO ONLY] chords](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/MnHHFYWjIXM/mqdefault.jpg)
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert.
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt, and I'm [Em] wearing it.
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to [D] meet the day.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs [G] that I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and washed the [Em] small kid, cussin' at a can [D] that he was kickin'.
[G] Then I crossed the empty street, [C] caught the Sunday smell of [G] someone frying chicken, [F#m]
[C] and
it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way.
[A] On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, wishing to Lord [G] that I was stoned, cause there's something
[D] in a Sunday that makes the body [G] feel alone.
And there's nothing [C] short of dying, half as [C] lonesome [G] as the sound on the sleeping [D] city
sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
In the park I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging, and I stopped beside
a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] was singing.
[E]
[G] Then I headed back for home, [C] somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell would ring, and [Em]
[C] it echoed
through [Am] the canyon like the disappearing [D]
dreams of [G] yesterday.
On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, [C] wishing to Lord that I [G] was stoned, cause there's something
in a [D] Sunday that makes the body feel [G] alone.
And there's nothing short of dying, [C] half as lonesome as the [G] sound on the sleeping city
[D] sidewalk, Sunday morning coming [G] down.
[Em] [G] [D]
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert.
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt, and I'm [Em] wearing it.
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to [D] meet the day.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs [G] that I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and washed the [Em] small kid, cussin' at a can [D] that he was kickin'.
[G] Then I crossed the empty street, [C] caught the Sunday smell of [G] someone frying chicken, [F#m]
[C] and
it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way.
[A] On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, wishing to Lord [G] that I was stoned, cause there's something
[D] in a Sunday that makes the body [G] feel alone.
And there's nothing [C] short of dying, half as [C] lonesome [G] as the sound on the sleeping [D] city
sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
In the park I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging, and I stopped beside
a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] was singing.
[E]
[G] Then I headed back for home, [C] somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell would ring, and [Em]
[C] it echoed
through [Am] the canyon like the disappearing [D]
dreams of [G] yesterday.
On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, [C] wishing to Lord that I [G] was stoned, cause there's something
in a [D] Sunday that makes the body feel [G] alone.
And there's nothing short of dying, [C] half as lonesome as the [G] sound on the sleeping city
[D] sidewalk, Sunday morning coming [G] down.
[Em] [G] [D]
Key:
G
C
D
Em
A
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt, _ and I'm [Em] wearing it. _
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to [D] meet the day. _ _ _ _ _
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs [G] that I'd been picking. _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and washed the [Em] small kid, cussin' at a can [D] that he was kickin'. _ _ _ _
[G] Then I crossed the empty street, [C] caught the Sunday smell of [G] someone frying chicken, _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[C] and
it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way.
_ _ _ [A] On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, _ _ wishing to Lord [G] that I was stoned, _ _ _ cause there's something
[D] in a Sunday that _ _ makes the body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as [C] lonesome [G] as the sound _ _ _ on the sleeping [D] city
sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _ _ _
In the park I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging, _ _ _ _ _ and I stopped beside
a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] was singing.
_ _ _ _ [E] _
[G] Then I headed back for home, [C] somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell would ring, and [Em] _ _ _
[C] it echoed
through [Am] the canyon like the disappearing [D]
dreams of [G] yesterday.
_ _ _ On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, _ _ [C] wishing to Lord that I [G] was stoned, _ _ cause there's something
in a [D] Sunday that _ _ makes the body feel [G] alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothing short of dying, _ _ _ [C] half as lonesome as the [G] sound _ _ _ on the sleeping city
[D] sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [G] down.
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [C] with no way to hold my head that [G] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more [D] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Then I fumbled through my closet [C] for my clothes, found my [G] cleanest dirty shirt, _ and I'm [Em] wearing it. _
[C] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair, [Am] stumbled down the stairs to [D] meet the day. _ _ _ _ _
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night [C] before on cigarettes and songs [G] that I'd been picking. _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and washed the [Em] small kid, cussin' at a can [D] that he was kickin'. _ _ _ _
[G] Then I crossed the empty street, [C] caught the Sunday smell of [G] someone frying chicken, _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[C] and
it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way.
_ _ _ [A] On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, _ _ wishing to Lord [G] that I was stoned, _ _ _ cause there's something
[D] in a Sunday that _ _ makes the body [G] feel alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as [C] lonesome [G] as the sound _ _ _ on the sleeping [D] city
sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _ _ _
In the park I saw Daddy [C] with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging, _ _ _ _ _ and I stopped beside
a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] was singing.
_ _ _ _ [E] _
[G] Then I headed back for home, [C] somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell would ring, and [Em] _ _ _
[C] it echoed
through [Am] the canyon like the disappearing [D]
dreams of [G] yesterday.
_ _ _ On the Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, _ _ [C] wishing to Lord that I [G] was stoned, _ _ cause there's something
in a [D] Sunday that _ _ makes the body feel [G] alone.
_ _ _ And there's nothing short of dying, _ _ _ [C] half as lonesome as the [G] sound _ _ _ on the sleeping city
[D] sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [G] down.
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _