Chords for KEITH LYNN SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
Tempo:
93.05 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Cm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Db] [Cm] [Eb]
Oh, I woke up Sunday [Ab] morning with no way to hold my head, it [Eb] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Cm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Gm] more for dessert.
[Eb] Then I fumbled through the closet [Ab] for my clothes and found my [Eb] cleanest dirty shirt.
[Ab] And I washed my face and combed my [Fm] hair, stumbled down the [Bb] stairs to greet the day.
[Gm] [Eb] Well, I'd smoked my mind the night [Ab] before with cigarettes and [Eb] songs that I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [Cm] small kid cussing at a can [Bb] that he was kicking.
[Eb] Then I crossed the empty street [Ab] and caught the sunder smell of someone [Eb] frying chicken.
Oh, I woke up Sunday [Ab] morning with no way to hold my head, it [Eb] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Cm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Gm] more for dessert.
[Eb] Then I fumbled through the closet [Ab] for my clothes and found my [Eb] cleanest dirty shirt.
[Ab] And I washed my face and combed my [Fm] hair, stumbled down the [Bb] stairs to greet the day.
[Gm] [Eb] Well, I'd smoked my mind the night [Ab] before with cigarettes and [Eb] songs that I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a [Cm] small kid cussing at a can [Bb] that he was kicking.
[Eb] Then I crossed the empty street [Ab] and caught the sunder smell of someone [Eb] frying chicken.
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[Eb] _ _ [Db] _ [Cm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
Oh, I woke up Sunday [Ab] morning with no way to hold my head, it [Eb] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Cm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Gm] more for dessert.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Eb] Then I fumbled through the closet [Ab] for my clothes and found my [Eb] cleanest dirty shirt.
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _
[Ab] And I washed my face and combed my [Fm] hair, stumbled down the [Bb] stairs to greet the day.
_ _ [Gm] _ [D] _
[Gm] [Eb] Well, I'd smoked my mind the night [Ab] before with cigarettes and [Eb] songs that I'd been picking. _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a [Cm] small kid cussing at a can [Bb] that he was kicking.
_ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ [Bb] _
[Eb] Then I crossed the empty street [Ab] and caught the sunder smell of someone [Eb] frying chicken.
_ [Cm] _ _ _
And [Ab] it took me back [Fm] to something that [Ab] I lost somewhere [Bb] somehow [Eb] along the way.
_ _ [A] On a Sunday [Ab] morning sidewalk, _ [Fm] _ wishing, [Ab] Lord, that I [Eb] was stoned.
_ Cause there's something [Bb] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [Eb] feel alone.
_ _ And there's nothing [Ab] sure to die, _ [Fm] _ [Ab] half as lonely [Eb] as a sound.
_ _ All the [Bb] sleepers, city _ _ sidewalks, Sunday morning [Eb] coming [Bbm] down.
[Ab] _ [Bbm] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _
In the park I saw a daddy [Ab] with a laughing little boy that [Eb] he was swinging. _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Cm] school and listened to the song [Bb] that they were singing.
Wigging in the [Gm] sheets, wigging [Bb] in the sheets.
[Eb] Then I headed back [Ab] home when somewhere far away a lonely [Eb] bell was ringing.
[Cm] And _ _ [Ab] it echoed through [Fm] the canyon [Ab] like the [Bb] disappearing dreams [Eb] of yesterday.
_ _ [A] On a Sunday morning [Ab] _ sidewalk, [Fm] _ wishing, [Ab] Lord, that I [Eb] was stoned.
_ Cause there's something [Bb] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [Eb] feel alone.
_ _ _ [G] And there's [Ab] nothing sure to die as _ [Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] a sound.
_ All the sleepers, [Bb] city _ _ sidewalks, Sunday morning [Eb] coming [Db] down.
[Ab] _ [Bbm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, I woke up Sunday [Ab] morning with no way to hold my head, it [Eb] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Cm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Gm] more for dessert.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Eb] Then I fumbled through the closet [Ab] for my clothes and found my [Eb] cleanest dirty shirt.
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _
[Ab] And I washed my face and combed my [Fm] hair, stumbled down the [Bb] stairs to greet the day.
_ _ [Gm] _ [D] _
[Gm] [Eb] Well, I'd smoked my mind the night [Ab] before with cigarettes and [Eb] songs that I'd been picking. _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a [Cm] small kid cussing at a can [Bb] that he was kicking.
_ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ [Bb] _
[Eb] Then I crossed the empty street [Ab] and caught the sunder smell of someone [Eb] frying chicken.
_ [Cm] _ _ _
And [Ab] it took me back [Fm] to something that [Ab] I lost somewhere [Bb] somehow [Eb] along the way.
_ _ [A] On a Sunday [Ab] morning sidewalk, _ [Fm] _ wishing, [Ab] Lord, that I [Eb] was stoned.
_ Cause there's something [Bb] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [Eb] feel alone.
_ _ And there's nothing [Ab] sure to die, _ [Fm] _ [Ab] half as lonely [Eb] as a sound.
_ _ All the [Bb] sleepers, city _ _ sidewalks, Sunday morning [Eb] coming [Bbm] down.
[Ab] _ [Bbm] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _
In the park I saw a daddy [Ab] with a laughing little boy that [Eb] he was swinging. _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Cm] school and listened to the song [Bb] that they were singing.
Wigging in the [Gm] sheets, wigging [Bb] in the sheets.
[Eb] Then I headed back [Ab] home when somewhere far away a lonely [Eb] bell was ringing.
[Cm] And _ _ [Ab] it echoed through [Fm] the canyon [Ab] like the [Bb] disappearing dreams [Eb] of yesterday.
_ _ [A] On a Sunday morning [Ab] _ sidewalk, [Fm] _ wishing, [Ab] Lord, that I [Eb] was stoned.
_ Cause there's something [Bb] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [Eb] feel alone.
_ _ _ [G] And there's [Ab] nothing sure to die as _ [Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Eb] a sound.
_ All the sleepers, [Bb] city _ _ sidewalks, Sunday morning [Eb] coming [Db] down.
[Ab] _ [Bbm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
