Chords for Kris Kristofferson - Sunday morning coming down - about the song and Johnny Cash
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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That was where I wrote Sunday Morning Coming Down, up in this place right here.
[B] [Eb]
If you can imagine this place on a Sunday, when all the music stuff is not going on,
and the bars [E] aren't even open [N] until 1.
It's more of a family day than it is a singles day.
So Sunday Morning Coming Down, if [Eb] you can look around.
[Bm] One of the biggest nights of my life was when John was going to [Ab] sing Sunday Morning Coming Down on his show.
The producer wanted to take out a line in it, which is,
Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And John said, well, I'll think about it tonight.
I was up here in the balcony looking down at him while he was singing the song,
and he looked up at me at that line and said, Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And I almost fell out of the balcony.
One of the greatest songwriters around these days is a friend of mine named Chris Christopherson.
And he'll be with us on the show in a couple of weeks, but before he comes, I'd like to do one of his songs too.
One of my favorite songs of his.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [Db] no way to hold my [Eb] head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Eb] more for dessert.
Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet through [Db] my clothes and found my cleaner's [Ab] dirty shirt.
[Fm]
Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
[Ab] I smoked my mind [Ab] the night before [Db] with cigarettes and songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] boy playing with a can that he [Eb] was kicking.
Then [Ab] I headed across the street and [Db] caught the sudden smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken.
[Fm] [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord [Ab] that I was stoned.
Cause there's [Eb] something in a Sunday that [Bb] makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
And Lord, there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as [Ab] wholesome as the sound of a sleeping [Db] city [Eb] sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down, in the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Fm] school and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing.
[Ab] Then I headed down the street [Db] and somewhere far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing.
[Fm] [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something that I [Bbm] lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that [Ab] I 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 wholesome [Ab] as the sound of a sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming down.
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[N]
He saved the song because they used that performance for the record and it was the song of the year.
It would not have been the same song without that line.
God bless him.
John told me in the dressing room, he said, I don't give a damn what they say.
He said, I'm going to say it the way Chris wrote it.
And he said, there's nothing wrong with saying the truth.
And that's the truth.
My father went ahead and did it because it was an artistic statement that Chris had made and that's what Chris wrote.
And that's the way he figured that it should be.
He also
[B] [Eb]
If you can imagine this place on a Sunday, when all the music stuff is not going on,
and the bars [E] aren't even open [N] until 1.
It's more of a family day than it is a singles day.
So Sunday Morning Coming Down, if [Eb] you can look around.
[Bm] One of the biggest nights of my life was when John was going to [Ab] sing Sunday Morning Coming Down on his show.
The producer wanted to take out a line in it, which is,
Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And John said, well, I'll think about it tonight.
I was up here in the balcony looking down at him while he was singing the song,
and he looked up at me at that line and said, Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And I almost fell out of the balcony.
One of the greatest songwriters around these days is a friend of mine named Chris Christopherson.
And he'll be with us on the show in a couple of weeks, but before he comes, I'd like to do one of his songs too.
One of my favorite songs of his.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [Db] no way to hold my [Eb] head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Eb] more for dessert.
Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet through [Db] my clothes and found my cleaner's [Ab] dirty shirt.
[Fm]
Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
[Ab] I smoked my mind [Ab] the night before [Db] with cigarettes and songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] boy playing with a can that he [Eb] was kicking.
Then [Ab] I headed across the street and [Db] caught the sudden smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken.
[Fm] [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord [Ab] that I was stoned.
Cause there's [Eb] something in a Sunday that [Bb] makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
And Lord, there's nothing [Db] short of dying that's half as [Ab] wholesome as the sound of a sleeping [Db] city [Eb] sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down, in the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Fm] school and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing.
[Ab] Then I headed down the street [Db] and somewhere far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing.
[Fm] [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something that I [Bbm] lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing Lord that [Ab] I 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 wholesome [Ab] as the sound of a sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming down.
[Bbm] [Ab]
[N]
He saved the song because they used that performance for the record and it was the song of the year.
It would not have been the same song without that line.
God bless him.
John told me in the dressing room, he said, I don't give a damn what they say.
He said, I'm going to say it the way Chris wrote it.
And he said, there's nothing wrong with saying the truth.
And that's the truth.
My father went ahead and did it because it was an artistic statement that Chris had made and that's what Chris wrote.
And that's the way he figured that it should be.
He also
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_ _ _ That was where I wrote Sunday Morning Coming Down, up in this place right here.
[B] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
If you can imagine this place on a Sunday, _ when all the music stuff is not going on,
and the bars [E] aren't even open [N] until 1. _ _ _
It's more of a family day than it is _ a singles day.
So Sunday Morning Coming Down, if [Eb] you can look around. _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ One of the biggest nights of my life was when John was going to [Ab] sing Sunday Morning Coming Down on his show.
The producer wanted to take out a line in it, which is,
Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And John said, well, I'll think about it tonight.
I was up here in the balcony looking down at him while he was singing the song,
and he looked up at me at that line and said, Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And I almost fell out of the balcony.
One of the greatest songwriters around these days is a friend of mine named Chris Christopherson.
And he'll be with us on the show in a couple of weeks, but before he comes, I'd like to do one of his songs too.
One of my favorite songs of his.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [Db] no way to hold my [Eb] head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Eb] more for dessert. _
Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet through [Db] my clothes and found my cleaner's [Ab] dirty shirt.
_ [Fm] _ _ _
Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ [Ab] I smoked my mind [Ab] the night before [Db] with cigarettes and songs [Ab] I'd been picking. _
_ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] boy playing with a can that he [Eb] was kicking. _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I headed across the street and [Db] caught the sudden smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
_ _ On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing Lord [Ab] that I was stoned.
_ _ Cause there's [Eb] something in a Sunday _ _ that [Bb] makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
_ And Lord, there's nothing [Db] short of dying _ that's half as [Ab] wholesome as the sound _ of a sleeping [Db] city [Eb] sidewalk.
_ _ And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down, _ _ _ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging. _
_ _ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [Fm] school and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing. _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Then I headed down the street [Db] and somewhere far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something that I [Bbm] lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
_ _ On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing Lord that [Ab] I 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 wholesome [Ab] as the sound _ of a sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk. _
_ _ And Sunday morning coming down.
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ He saved the song because they used that performance for the record and it was the song of the year.
It would not have been the same song without that line.
_ _ God bless him.
John told me in the dressing room, he said, I don't give a damn what they say.
He said, I'm going to say it the way Chris wrote it.
And he said, there's nothing wrong with saying the truth.
And that's the truth.
My father went ahead and did it because it was an artistic statement that Chris had made and that's what Chris wrote.
And that's the way he figured that it should be.
He also
[B] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
If you can imagine this place on a Sunday, _ when all the music stuff is not going on,
and the bars [E] aren't even open [N] until 1. _ _ _
It's more of a family day than it is _ a singles day.
So Sunday Morning Coming Down, if [Eb] you can look around. _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ One of the biggest nights of my life was when John was going to [Ab] sing Sunday Morning Coming Down on his show.
The producer wanted to take out a line in it, which is,
Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And John said, well, I'll think about it tonight.
I was up here in the balcony looking down at him while he was singing the song,
and he looked up at me at that line and said, Wishing Lord that I was stoned.
And I almost fell out of the balcony.
One of the greatest songwriters around these days is a friend of mine named Chris Christopherson.
And he'll be with us on the show in a couple of weeks, but before he comes, I'd like to do one of his songs too.
One of my favorite songs of his.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [Db] no way to hold my [Eb] head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one [Eb] more for dessert. _
Then [Ab] I fumbled in my closet through [Db] my clothes and found my cleaner's [Ab] dirty shirt.
_ [Fm] _ _ _
Then [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my hair [Bbm] and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ [Ab] I smoked my mind [Ab] the night before [Db] with cigarettes and songs [Ab] I'd been picking. _
_ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] boy playing with a can that he [Eb] was kicking. _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I headed across the street and [Db] caught the sudden smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
_ _ On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing Lord [Ab] that I was stoned.
_ _ Cause there's [Eb] something in a Sunday _ _ that [Bb] makes a body [Ab] feel alone.
_ And Lord, there's nothing [Db] short of dying _ that's half as [Ab] wholesome as the sound _ of a sleeping [Db] city [Eb] sidewalk.
_ _ And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down, _ _ _ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging. _
_ _ _ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday [Fm] school and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing. _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Then I headed down the street [Db] and somewhere far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] And it took me back to [Eb] something that I [Bbm] lost somewhere somehow [Ab] along the way.
_ _ On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing Lord that [Ab] I 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 wholesome [Ab] as the sound _ of a sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk. _
_ _ And Sunday morning coming down.
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ He saved the song because they used that performance for the record and it was the song of the year.
It would not have been the same song without that line.
_ _ God bless him.
John told me in the dressing room, he said, I don't give a damn what they say.
He said, I'm going to say it the way Chris wrote it.
And he said, there's nothing wrong with saying the truth.
And that's the truth.
My father went ahead and did it because it was an artistic statement that Chris had made and that's what Chris wrote.
And that's the way he figured that it should be.
He also