Chords for Joe Henry - "Sunday Morning Coming Down" (AmericanaFest 2014)

[A] _ _ [Bm] I'm going to [A] eat a can of steaks. _
_ _ I'm going to eat a shot of sweet and sour. _ _
_ I'm going to eat a snack. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[C#] _ _ [A] _ _ This is so fun.
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
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_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
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_ [B] _ And I fumbled in my closet, threw my [E] clothes and found [F#] my _ cleanest [B] dirty _ _ _ shirt.
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#m] And I washed my [F#] face and combed my hair, [C#] _ stumbled [F#] down the stairs to meet the day. _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ I'd smoked my mind the night before [E] with cigarettes [F#m] and [E] songs _ [B] I'd been picking. _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a small [G#] kid [B] _ cursing at a can he was kicking.
[F#] _ _ _
[B] _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ Then I headed down the street and caught the Sunday [E] smell [F#m] of _
_ [B] someone's frying chicken. _
_ _ [G#] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] And it took me [F#] back to [B] something that [C#] I'd [B] lost somewhere, _ somehow along the way. _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ On a [A] Sunday [E] morning _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, _ [C#] I was _ [F#] stoned. _ _
_ _ _ [B] Cause there's [F#] something in a _ Sunday _ _ that _ _ makes a [B] body _ feel alone. _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ And there's nothing _ [B]
short of [E] _ _ dying, _ _ _ half [B] as lonesome [C#m] _
[B] as [F#] the sound _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ of a [G#m] sleeping [C#] city _ [C#m] _ sidewalk.
_ _ [F#] _ _
_ And Sunday morning _ [B]
coming down, _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy _ with a [E] laughing little [F#] girl.
He [B] was swinging.
_ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [G#] _ _
[B] listened to the songs [F#] they were singing.
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_ _ _ _ Then I headed back for home and somewhere [E] far away, [F#m] a [B] lonely bell was ringing.
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[D#] _ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] And it _ echoed through [F#] the canyon _ like the [B] _
disappearing _ dreams of yesterday. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ On a Sunday _ [B] morning _ [E] sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, _ [B] I was _ _ [F#] stoned.
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something _ in a Sunday _ _ _ that _ makes a body _ [B] _ feel alone. _
_ _ _ [D#] _ And there's nothing _ [B] short of _ [E] _ dying, _ _ _ _ [D#m] half as [C#m] lonesome as [B] the [F#] sound _ of [G#m] _ _ _ _ [B] a sleeping [C#m] city _ sidewalk. _ _
_ [B] _ [F#] _ _ And Sunday [B] morning _ [G#] coming [D#] down, _ [G#m] _
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_ [F#] _ _ and Sunday [B] morning _ coming _ down. _
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