Chords for Crooked Fingers (Eric Bachmann) - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
108.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[C]
I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to hold [G] my head.
[C] That didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [G] dessert.
[C] Fumbled through my closet, through my [F] clothes and found my cleanest, [C] dirtiest shirt.
[Em]
[Am] [G]
[F] And I washed my face [G] and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to greet the day.
[C] I smoked my mind the night before, [F]
cigarettes [G] and songs I [C] was singing.
So I lit my first [Em] and watched a small [Am] boy, cussing at a can, he [G] was kicking.
[C] Across the empty streets, caught [F] that Sunday smell of someone [C] frying chicken.
[Em] [Am]
[G] And [F] it took me back [G] to something I lost somehow, somewhere [C] along the way.
Along a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, Lord I wish that I [C] was stoned.
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday that makes a body feel [C] all alone.
And there's nothing sure to die in, [F] as ever [D] as lonesome as [C] the sounds of a sleeping [G] seaside wall.
Sunday morning, coming [C] down, in a park I saw a daddy with [F] a laughing little [G] girl.
He [C] was swinging, so I stopped beside [Em] a Sunday school to [Am] listen [A] to the songs they [G] were singing.
I
[C] headed up the road, [F] somewhere far away, a lonely bell [C] was ringing.
[Em] [Am]
[G] And [F] it echoed through the [G] canyon, a disappearing dream of [C] yesterday.
Along a Sunday [G] morning [F] sidewalk, Lord I wish that I [C] was stoned.
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday that makes a body feel all [C] alone.
And there's nothing sure to die in, [F] as [D] half as lonesome as the [C] sounds of a sleeping [G] seaside wall.
Sunday morning, coming [C] down.
[C]
I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to hold [G] my head.
[C] That didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [G] dessert.
[C] Fumbled through my closet, through my [F] clothes and found my cleanest, [C] dirtiest shirt.
[Em]
[Am] [G]
[F] And I washed my face [G] and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to greet the day.
[C] I smoked my mind the night before, [F]
cigarettes [G] and songs I [C] was singing.
So I lit my first [Em] and watched a small [Am] boy, cussing at a can, he [G] was kicking.
[C] Across the empty streets, caught [F] that Sunday smell of someone [C] frying chicken.
[Em] [Am]
[G] And [F] it took me back [G] to something I lost somehow, somewhere [C] along the way.
Along a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, Lord I wish that I [C] was stoned.
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday that makes a body feel [C] all alone.
And there's nothing sure to die in, [F] as ever [D] as lonesome as [C] the sounds of a sleeping [G] seaside wall.
Sunday morning, coming [C] down, in a park I saw a daddy with [F] a laughing little [G] girl.
He [C] was swinging, so I stopped beside [Em] a Sunday school to [Am] listen [A] to the songs they [G] were singing.
I
[C] headed up the road, [F] somewhere far away, a lonely bell [C] was ringing.
[Em] [Am]
[G] And [F] it echoed through the [G] canyon, a disappearing dream of [C] yesterday.
Along a Sunday [G] morning [F] sidewalk, Lord I wish that I [C] was stoned.
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday that makes a body feel all [C] alone.
And there's nothing sure to die in, [F] as [D] half as lonesome as the [C] sounds of a sleeping [G] seaside wall.
Sunday morning, coming [C] down.
Key:
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ I woke up Sunday morning _ [F] with no way to hold [G] my head.
[C] That didn't hurt. _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [G] dessert. _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ Fumbled through my closet, through my [F] clothes and found my cleanest, [C] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F] And I washed my face [G] and combed my hair, _ _ stumbled down the stairs to greet the day.
_ [C] I smoked my mind the night before, [F] _ _
cigarettes [G] and songs I [C] was singing. _
_ _ _ So I lit my first [Em] and watched a small [Am] boy, _ _ cussing at a can, he [G] was kicking. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ Across the empty streets, _ caught [F] that Sunday smell of someone _ [C] frying chicken. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ And [F] it took me back [G] to something _ _ I lost somehow, somewhere _ [C] along the way.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Along a Sunday _ [F] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lord I wish that I [C] was stoned.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body feel [C] all alone. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's nothing sure to die in, _ _ _ [F] _ _ as ever [D] as lonesome as [C] the sounds _ _ _ _ _ _ _
of a sleeping _ _ [G] seaside wall.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sunday morning, _ coming [C] down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ in a park I saw a daddy with [F] a laughing little [G] girl.
He [C] was swinging, _ _ _ _ _ so I stopped beside [Em] a Sunday school to [Am] _ listen [A] to the songs they [G] were singing.
I _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ headed up the road, _ _ [F] somewhere far away, a lonely bell [C] was ringing. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ And [F] it echoed through the [G] canyon, _ _ a disappearing dream of [C] yesterday. _ _
_ _ Along _ _ _ _ a Sunday [G] morning [F] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ Lord I wish _ that I [C] was stoned.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday _ that _ _ _ _ _ makes a body feel all [C] alone. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing sure to die in, _ _ _ [F] _ _ as [D] half as lonesome as the [C] sounds _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
of a sleeping _ _ [G] seaside wall.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sunday morning, _ coming [C] down. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ I woke up Sunday morning _ [F] with no way to hold [G] my head.
[C] That didn't hurt. _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [G] dessert. _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ Fumbled through my closet, through my [F] clothes and found my cleanest, [C] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F] And I washed my face [G] and combed my hair, _ _ stumbled down the stairs to greet the day.
_ [C] I smoked my mind the night before, [F] _ _
cigarettes [G] and songs I [C] was singing. _
_ _ _ So I lit my first [Em] and watched a small [Am] boy, _ _ cussing at a can, he [G] was kicking. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ Across the empty streets, _ caught [F] that Sunday smell of someone _ [C] frying chicken. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ And [F] it took me back [G] to something _ _ I lost somehow, somewhere _ [C] along the way.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Along a Sunday _ [F] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lord I wish that I [C] was stoned.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body feel [C] all alone. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's nothing sure to die in, _ _ _ [F] _ _ as ever [D] as lonesome as [C] the sounds _ _ _ _ _ _ _
of a sleeping _ _ [G] seaside wall.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sunday morning, _ coming [C] down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ in a park I saw a daddy with [F] a laughing little [G] girl.
He [C] was swinging, _ _ _ _ _ so I stopped beside [Em] a Sunday school to [Am] _ listen [A] to the songs they [G] were singing.
I _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ headed up the road, _ _ [F] somewhere far away, a lonely bell [C] was ringing. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ And [F] it echoed through the [G] canyon, _ _ a disappearing dream of [C] yesterday. _ _
_ _ Along _ _ _ _ a Sunday [G] morning [F] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ Lord I wish _ that I [C] was stoned.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something about [G] a Sunday _ that _ _ _ _ _ makes a body feel all [C] alone. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing sure to die in, _ _ _ [F] _ _ as [D] half as lonesome as the [C] sounds _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
of a sleeping _ _ [G] seaside wall.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sunday morning, _ coming [C] down. _ _
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