Chords for Johnny Cash - Sunday morning coming down with lyrics
Tempo:
157.1 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold [Eb] my head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [Eb] dessert.
Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest [Ab] dirty shirt.
[Fm]
[Db] Then I washed my [Eb] face and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my purse and watched a small [Fm] kid laying with a can that he [Eb] was kicking.
Then [Ab] I walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
[F] [Fm]
And Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere [Eb] somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday morning [Db]
sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday that makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound
of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk and Sunday morning [Ab] coming down.
In the park, I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing.
[Fm]
And [Db] it echoed through [Eb] the canyons like [Bbm] the disappearing [Eb] dreams of [Ab] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday that makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound
of the sleeping city [Eb] sidewalk and Sunday morning coming [Ab]
down.
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That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [Eb] dessert.
Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest [Ab] dirty shirt.
[Fm]
[Db] Then I washed my [Eb] face and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my purse and watched a small [Fm] kid laying with a can that he [Eb] was kicking.
Then [Ab] I walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
[F] [Fm]
And Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere [Eb] somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday morning [Db]
sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday that makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound
of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk and Sunday morning [Ab] coming down.
In the park, I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing.
[Fm]
And [Db] it echoed through [Eb] the canyons like [Bbm] the disappearing [Eb] dreams of [Ab] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned.
Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday that makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound
of the sleeping city [Eb] sidewalk and Sunday morning coming [Ab]
down.
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_ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold [Eb] my head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast _ [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [Eb] dessert. _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest [Ab] dirty shirt.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] Then I washed my [Eb] face and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ _ _ I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ But I lit my purse and watched a small [Fm] kid laying with a can that he [Eb] was kicking.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then [Ab] I walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of _ [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
_ _ _ [F] _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ And Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something _ [Bbm] that I lost somewhere [Eb] somehow _ [Ab] along the way. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ On a Sunday morning [Db] _
sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body [Ab] feel alone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying _ _ _ _ that's _ half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ _ _
of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk _ _ and _ _ _ _ Sunday morning [Ab] coming down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ In the park, I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And I stopped _ beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ And [Db] it echoed through [Eb] the canyons like [Bbm] the disappearing [Eb] _ dreams of [Ab] _ yesterday. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday morning [Db] _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ _ makes a body [Ab] feel alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [Db] short of dying _ _ _ _ _ _ that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound _ _
_ of _ _ the sleeping city [Eb] _ _ sidewalk _ _ _ _ _ and _ Sunday morning _ _ coming [Ab] _
down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That [Ab] didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast _ [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [Eb] dessert. _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest [Ab] dirty shirt.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] Then I washed my [Eb] face and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ _ _ I'd [Ab] smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ But I lit my purse and watched a small [Fm] kid laying with a can that he [Eb] was kicking.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then [Ab] I walked across the street and caught [Db] the Sunday smell of _ [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
_ _ _ [F] _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ And Lord, it took [Db] me back [Eb] to something _ [Bbm] that I lost somewhere [Eb] somehow _ [Ab] along the way. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ On a Sunday morning [Db] _
sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday _ _ that _ _ _ _ makes a body [Ab] feel alone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's nothing [Db] short of dying _ _ _ _ that's _ half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ _ _
of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk _ _ and _ _ _ _ Sunday morning [Ab] coming down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ In the park, I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And I stopped _ beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I headed down the street and [Db] somewhere far away a lonely bell [Ab] was ringing.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ And [Db] it echoed through [Eb] the canyons like [Bbm] the disappearing [Eb] _ dreams of [Ab] _ yesterday. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday morning [Db] _ _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [Ab] was stoned. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Cause there's something in [Eb] a Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ _ makes a body [Ab] feel alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [Db] short of dying _ _ _ _ _ _ that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound _ _
_ of _ _ the sleeping city [Eb] _ _ sidewalk _ _ _ _ _ and _ Sunday morning _ _ coming [Ab] _
down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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