Chords for David Maguire Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
88.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Am
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to pull my head that [C] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad so I had one more [G] for dessert.
[C] Then I fumbled in the closet [F] through my clothes and found my cleanest [C] dirty shirt.
[Am]
[F] Then I washed my face and [G] combed my [D] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[C] I smoked my mind the night [F] before with cigarettes and songs [C] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid playing with a can he [G] was kicking.
Then [C] I walked across the street [F] and caught the Sunday smell of someone's [C] frying chicken.
[Am] [F] And Lord it took me back [G] to something [Dm] that I'd lost [G] somewhere somehow [C] along the way.
On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk wishing Lord that [C] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [G] in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone.
And there's nothing [F] short of dying that's half as lonesome [C] as the sound
of the sleeping [G] city sidewalk Sunday morning coming [C] down.
In the park I saw daddy [F] with a laughing [G] little girl he [C] was swinging.
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Am] listening to the song they [G] were singing.
Then [C] I headed down the street and [F] somewhere far away a lonely bell [C] was ringing.
[Am] And [F] it echoed through [G] the canyon [Dm] like the [G] disappearing dreams of [C] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [F] sidewalk wishing Lord that I [C] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [G] a Sunday that makes a body feel [C] alone.
And there's nothing short [F] of dying that's half as lonesome as [C] the sound
of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk Sunday morning coming [C] down.
Of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk Sunday morning coming [C] down.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad so I had one more [G] for dessert.
[C] Then I fumbled in the closet [F] through my clothes and found my cleanest [C] dirty shirt.
[Am]
[F] Then I washed my face and [G] combed my [D] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[C] I smoked my mind the night [F] before with cigarettes and songs [C] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid playing with a can he [G] was kicking.
Then [C] I walked across the street [F] and caught the Sunday smell of someone's [C] frying chicken.
[Am] [F] And Lord it took me back [G] to something [Dm] that I'd lost [G] somewhere somehow [C] along the way.
On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk wishing Lord that [C] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [G] in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone.
And there's nothing [F] short of dying that's half as lonesome [C] as the sound
of the sleeping [G] city sidewalk Sunday morning coming [C] down.
In the park I saw daddy [F] with a laughing [G] little girl he [C] was swinging.
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Am] listening to the song they [G] were singing.
Then [C] I headed down the street and [F] somewhere far away a lonely bell [C] was ringing.
[Am] And [F] it echoed through [G] the canyon [Dm] like the [G] disappearing dreams of [C] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [F] sidewalk wishing Lord that I [C] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [G] a Sunday that makes a body feel [C] alone.
And there's nothing short [F] of dying that's half as lonesome as [C] the sound
of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk Sunday morning coming [C] down.
Of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk Sunday morning coming [C] down.
Key:
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Well I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to pull my head that [C] didn't hurt.
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad so I had one more [G] for dessert. _ _
[C] Then I fumbled in the closet [F] through my clothes and found my cleanest [C] dirty shirt.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _
[F] Then I washed my face and [G] combed my [D] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
_ [C] I smoked my mind the night [F] before with cigarettes and songs [C] I'd been picking. _
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid playing with a can he [G] was kicking.
Then [C] I walked across the street [F] and caught the Sunday smell of someone's [C] frying chicken. _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [F] And Lord it took me back [G] to something [Dm] that I'd lost [G] somewhere somehow [C] along the way. _ _
_ On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk _ wishing Lord that [C] I was stoned.
Cause _ there's something [G] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [C] feel alone. _ _
And there's nothing [F] short of dying _ _ that's half as lonesome [C] as the sound _ _
_ of the sleeping [G] city sidewalk _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [C] down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw daddy [F] with a laughing [G] little girl he [C] was swinging.
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Am] listening to the song they [G] were singing.
_ Then [C] I headed down the street and [F] somewhere far away a lonely bell [C] was ringing. _ _ _
[Am] _ _ And [F] it echoed through [G] the canyon [Dm] like the [G] disappearing dreams of [C] yesterday. _ _
On a Sunday morning [F] sidewalk _ _ wishing Lord that I [C] was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something in [G] a Sunday that _ makes a body feel [C] alone. _ _ _
And there's nothing short [F] of dying _ _ that's half as lonesome as [C] the sound _ _
of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk _ _ Sunday morning coming [C] down. _ _ _
Of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk _ _ Sunday morning coming [C] down. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to pull my head that [C] didn't hurt.
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad so I had one more [G] for dessert. _ _
[C] Then I fumbled in the closet [F] through my clothes and found my cleanest [C] dirty shirt.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _
[F] Then I washed my face and [G] combed my [D] hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
_ [C] I smoked my mind the night [F] before with cigarettes and songs [C] I'd been picking. _
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid playing with a can he [G] was kicking.
Then [C] I walked across the street [F] and caught the Sunday smell of someone's [C] frying chicken. _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [F] And Lord it took me back [G] to something [Dm] that I'd lost [G] somewhere somehow [C] along the way. _ _
_ On a Sunday [F] morning sidewalk _ wishing Lord that [C] I was stoned.
Cause _ there's something [G] in a Sunday that _ makes a body [C] feel alone. _ _
And there's nothing [F] short of dying _ _ that's half as lonesome [C] as the sound _ _
_ of the sleeping [G] city sidewalk _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [C] down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw daddy [F] with a laughing [G] little girl he [C] was swinging.
And I stopped beside the Sunday school [Am] listening to the song they [G] were singing.
_ Then [C] I headed down the street and [F] somewhere far away a lonely bell [C] was ringing. _ _ _
[Am] _ _ And [F] it echoed through [G] the canyon [Dm] like the [G] disappearing dreams of [C] yesterday. _ _
On a Sunday morning [F] sidewalk _ _ wishing Lord that I [C] was stoned. _ _
Cause there's something in [G] a Sunday that _ makes a body feel [C] alone. _ _ _
And there's nothing short [F] of dying _ _ that's half as lonesome as [C] the sound _ _
of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk _ _ Sunday morning coming [C] down. _ _ _
Of the sleeping city [G] sidewalk _ _ Sunday morning coming [C] down. _ _