Chords for Johnny Cash & Kris Kristofferson- Sunday Morning Coming Down(subtitulada en español)
Tempo:
90.6 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [Bb]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Eb] with no way to hold [F] my head, [Bb] that didn't help.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [F] dessert.
Then [Bb] I fumbled through my closet, [Eb] pulled my clothes and found my cleanest, [Bb] dirty shirt.
[Gm] [Eb] Then I washed my [F] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[Bb] I'd smoked my brain the night [Eb] before on [F] cigarettes and songs that [Bb] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [Gm] small kid cussing at a can that he [F] was kicking.
[Bb] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of someone [Bb] frying chicken.
[Gm] [Eb] Thought it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [F] somewhere along [Bb] the way.
On [Fm] a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I [Bb] was stoned,
Thought that something in [F] a Sunday makes your body feel [Bb] alone.
If there's nothing short [Eb] of dying, half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk Sunday morning [Bb] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [Eb] with a laughing [F] little girl who [Bb] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that [F] they were singing.
[Bb] Then I headed back for home, [Eb] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing.
[Gm] [Eb] And it echoed through [F] the canyon like a disappearing dream of [Bb] yesterday.
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [Bb] I was stoned,
Thought that something [F] in a Sunday makes your body [Bb] feel alone.
If there's nothing [Eb] short of dying, half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk Sunday morning coming [Bb] down.
[N]
[C] [Bb]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Eb] with no way to hold [F] my head, [Bb] that didn't help.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [F] dessert.
Then [Bb] I fumbled through my closet, [Eb] pulled my clothes and found my cleanest, [Bb] dirty shirt.
[Gm] [Eb] Then I washed my [F] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[Bb] I'd smoked my brain the night [Eb] before on [F] cigarettes and songs that [Bb] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [Gm] small kid cussing at a can that he [F] was kicking.
[Bb] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of someone [Bb] frying chicken.
[Gm] [Eb] Thought it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [F] somewhere along [Bb] the way.
On [Fm] a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I [Bb] was stoned,
Thought that something in [F] a Sunday makes your body feel [Bb] alone.
If there's nothing short [Eb] of dying, half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk Sunday morning [Bb] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [Eb] with a laughing [F] little girl who [Bb] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that [F] they were singing.
[Bb] Then I headed back for home, [Eb] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing.
[Gm] [Eb] And it echoed through [F] the canyon like a disappearing dream of [Bb] yesterday.
On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [Bb] I was stoned,
Thought that something [F] in a Sunday makes your body [Bb] feel alone.
If there's nothing [Eb] short of dying, half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound
of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk Sunday morning coming [Bb] down.
[N]
[C] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Fm
Bb
Eb
F
[Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Eb] with no way to hold [F] my head, [Bb] that didn't help. _
_ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [F] dessert. _ _
_ _ _ Then [Bb] I fumbled through my closet, [Eb] pulled my clothes and found my cleanest, [Bb] dirty shirt. _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] Then I washed my [F] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] I'd smoked my brain the night [Eb] before on [F] cigarettes and songs that [Bb] I'd been picking. _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a [Gm] small kid cussing at a can that he [F] was kicking. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of someone [Bb] frying chicken. _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] Thought it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [F] somewhere along [Bb] the way. _ _
On [Fm] a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that I [Bb] was stoned, _ _
Thought that something in [F] a Sunday _ _ makes your body feel [Bb] alone. _ _ _
If there's nothing short [Eb] of dying, _ _ half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound _ _
_ of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk _ Sunday _ morning [Bb] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [Eb] with a laughing [F] little girl who [Bb] he was swinging. _ _
_ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that [F] they were singing. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] Then I headed back for home, [Eb] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing. _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] And it echoed through [F] the canyon like a disappearing dream of [Bb] yesterday. _ _ _
_ On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord that [Bb] I was stoned, _ _
_ Thought that something [F] in a Sunday _ _ makes your body [Bb] feel alone. _
If there's nothing [Eb] short of dying, _ half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound _
_ of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk _ Sunday _ _ morning coming [Bb] down. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Eb] with no way to hold [F] my head, [Bb] that didn't help. _
_ _ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [Gm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [F] dessert. _ _
_ _ _ Then [Bb] I fumbled through my closet, [Eb] pulled my clothes and found my cleanest, [Bb] dirty shirt. _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] Then I washed my [F] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] I'd smoked my brain the night [Eb] before on [F] cigarettes and songs that [Bb] I'd been picking. _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a [Gm] small kid cussing at a can that he [F] was kicking. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] Then I crossed the empty street and caught [Eb] the Sunday smell of someone [Bb] frying chicken. _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] Thought it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [F] somewhere along [Bb] the way. _ _
On [Fm] a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that I [Bb] was stoned, _ _
Thought that something in [F] a Sunday _ _ makes your body feel [Bb] alone. _ _ _
If there's nothing short [Eb] of dying, _ _ half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound _ _
_ of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk _ Sunday _ morning [Bb] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [Eb] with a laughing [F] little girl who [Bb] he was swinging. _ _
_ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Gm] and listened to the song that [F] they were singing. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] Then I headed back for home, [Eb] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Bb] was ringing. _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] And it echoed through [F] the canyon like a disappearing dream of [Bb] yesterday. _ _ _
_ On a Sunday [Eb] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord that [Bb] I was stoned, _ _
_ Thought that something [F] in a Sunday _ _ makes your body [Bb] feel alone. _
If there's nothing [Eb] short of dying, _ half as lonesome [Bb] as the sound _
_ of a sleeping [F] city sidewalk _ Sunday _ _ morning coming [Bb] down. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _