Chords for Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down

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Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down chords
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[Ab] Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [Db] with no way to [Eb] hold my head, [Ab] that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Eb] more for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled in my clothes, [Db] threw my clothes and found my cleanest [Ab] dirty shirt.
[Gm] [Fm] And [Db] then I washed [Eb] my face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
[Ab] I smoked my mind the night [Db] before, with [Eb] cigarettes and songs [Ab] that I'd been picking.
Then I lit my first and watched the [Fm] small boy, just the night again [Eb] that he was kicking.
[Ab] Then I crossed the empty street, [Db] caught the Sunday smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken.
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[Db] And it took me [Eb] back to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [Ab] along the way.
Oh, the Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that [Ab] I was stoned.
Oh, there's something [Eb] about Sundays that'll make your body [Ab] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [Db] short of dying, everyone's [Ab] imagined sound.
Oh, the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, and the Sunday morning [Ab] coming down.
In the park I saw a [Cm] daddy [Db] with a laughing [Eb] little girl that [Ab] he was swinging.
Then I stopped beside the [Eb] Sunday [Fm] school, listening to the songs [Eb] that they were singing.
Heard ringing in the [Bbm] sheets, [Ab] so I went on down the road.
And [Db] somewhere far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing.
[Fm] [Db] And it echoed [Eb] through the canyon like a disappearing dream [Ab] yesterday.
Oh, the Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord [Ab] that I was stoned.
Oh, there's something [Eb] about Sundays that'll make your body [Ab] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [Db] short of dying, everyone's [Ab] lonesome as it sounds.
Oh, the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, and the Sunday morning
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[Ab] _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [Db] with no way to [Eb] hold my head, [Ab] that didn't hurt. _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Eb] more for dessert.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled in my clothes, [Db] threw my clothes and found my cleanest [Ab] dirty shirt.
_ _ [Gm] _ [Fm] _ _ And [Db] then I washed [Eb] my face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
_ [Ab] I smoked my mind the night [Db] before, with [Eb] cigarettes and songs [Ab] that I'd been picking. _ _
Then I lit my first and watched the [Fm] small boy, just the night again [Eb] that he was kicking. _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Then I crossed the empty street, [Db] caught the Sunday smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken.
_ [Cm] _ [Fm] _ _ _
[Db] And it took me [Eb] back to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [Ab] along the way.
_ _ Oh, the Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing Lord that [Ab] I was stoned.
_ _ Oh, there's something [Eb] about Sundays _ that'll make your body [Ab] feel alone.
_ _ There ain't nothing [Db] short of dying, _ _ _ _ everyone's [Ab] imagined sound.
_ _ Oh, the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ and the Sunday morning [Ab] coming down. _ _ _ _ _
In the park I saw a [Cm] daddy [Db] with a laughing [Eb] little girl that [Ab] he was swinging.
_ _ _ Then I stopped beside the [Eb] Sunday [Fm] school, listening to the songs [Eb] that they were singing.
_ Heard ringing in the [Bbm] sheets, [Ab] so I went on down the road.
And [Db] somewhere far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing.
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Db] And it echoed [Eb] through the canyon like a disappearing dream [Ab] yesterday. _
_ _ _ Oh, the Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing Lord [Ab] that I was stoned.
_ _ _ Oh, there's something [Eb] about Sundays _ that'll make your body [Ab] feel alone.
_ _ There ain't nothing [Db] short of dying, _ _ _ _ everyone's [Ab] lonesome as it sounds.
_ _ Oh, the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ _ and the Sunday morning

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