Chords for Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live In Las Vegas, 1979)
Tempo:
83.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my [E] head.
That didn't [A] hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet [D] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#m]
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet today.
[F#m] [A] I smoked my mind the night before [D] with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been digging.
Then I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy, cousin at a can that [E] he'd been digging.
[A] I crossed the empty streets, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m]
[D] And it took me back [E] to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along [A] the way.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something [F#m] about [E] a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, [C#m] [D] half as lonesome as [A] the sound [D] [A] of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk.
Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] In [A] the park I saw a daddy with [D] a laughing little [E] girl [A] that he was swinging.
[D] [A]
And I stopped beside the Sunday [E] school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they were [E] singing.
Then [A] I headed down the road, somewhere [D] far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[G#m] [F#m]
[D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's [F#m] something [E] about a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, [C#m] [D] half as lonesome as [A] the [Bm] sound [A] of a sleeping [F#m] city [E] sidewalk.
Sunday morning [A] coming down.
[D] [A] [Bm]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my [E] head.
That didn't [A] hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet [D] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#m]
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet today.
[F#m] [A] I smoked my mind the night before [D] with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been digging.
Then I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy, cousin at a can that [E] he'd been digging.
[A] I crossed the empty streets, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m]
[D] And it took me back [E] to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along [A] the way.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something [F#m] about [E] a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, [C#m] [D] half as lonesome as [A] the sound [D] [A] of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk.
Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] In [A] the park I saw a daddy with [D] a laughing little [E] girl [A] that he was swinging.
[D] [A]
And I stopped beside the Sunday [E] school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they were [E] singing.
Then [A] I headed down the road, somewhere [D] far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[G#m] [F#m]
[D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's [F#m] something [E] about a Sunday that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, [C#m] [D] half as lonesome as [A] the [Bm] sound [A] of a sleeping [F#m] city [E] sidewalk.
Sunday morning [A] coming down.
[D] [A] [Bm]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
C#m
A
D
E
[A] _ Hello, I'm Johnny Cash. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, _ _ I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my [E] head.
That didn't [A] hurt.
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert. _
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet [D] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet today.
_ [F#m] [A] I smoked my mind the night before [D] with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been digging. _ _
_ Then I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy, cousin at a can that [E] he'd been digging. _ _ _ _
_ [A] I crossed the empty streets, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
_ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] And it took me back [E] to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along [A] the way.
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, _ oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
_ _ Cause there's something [F#m] about [E] a Sunday _ that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, _ [C#m] _ [D] half as lonesome as [A] the sound _ _ [D] _ [A] of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk. _ _ _
Sunday morning coming [A] down. _ _ _ _ _
[D] In [A] the park I saw a daddy with [D] a laughing little [E] girl [A] that he was swinging.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
And I stopped beside the Sunday [E] school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they were [E] singing. _ _ _ _ _
Then [A] I headed down the road, somewhere [D] far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
_ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
_ _ _ Cause there's [F#m] something [E] about a Sunday _ _ that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
_ Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, _ [C#m] _ [D] half as lonesome as [A] the [Bm] sound [A] _ of a sleeping [F#m] city [E] sidewalk. _ _ _ _
_ Sunday morning [A] coming down.
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, _ _ I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my [E] head.
That didn't [A] hurt.
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [E] dessert. _
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet [D] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet today.
_ [F#m] [A] I smoked my mind the night before [D] with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been digging. _ _
_ Then I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy, cousin at a can that [E] he'd been digging. _ _ _ _
_ [A] I crossed the empty streets, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
_ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] And it took me back [E] to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along [A] the way.
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, _ oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
_ _ Cause there's something [F#m] about [E] a Sunday _ that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, _ [C#m] _ [D] half as lonesome as [A] the sound _ _ [D] _ [A] of a sleeping city [E] sidewalk. _ _ _
Sunday morning coming [A] down. _ _ _ _ _
[D] In [A] the park I saw a daddy with [D] a laughing little [E] girl [A] that he was swinging.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
And I stopped beside the Sunday [E] school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they were [E] singing. _ _ _ _ _
Then [A] I headed down the road, somewhere [D] far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
_ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
_ _ _ On a Sunday morning [D] sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
_ _ _ Cause there's [F#m] something [E] about a Sunday _ _ that'll make your body feel [A] alone.
_ Oh, there ain't nothing short [D] of dying, _ [C#m] _ [D] half as lonesome as [A] the [Bm] sound [A] _ of a sleeping [F#m] city [E] sidewalk. _ _ _ _
_ Sunday morning [A] coming down.
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _