Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords by Lynn Anderson
Tempo:
118.85 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
G#
A#m
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m]
[G#m] [F#] [D#] [C#]
Well I woke up Sunday morning with [F#] no way to hold my hair that [C#] didn't hurt
And [C#]
the beer I had for breakfast [A#m] wasn't bad so I had one more [G#] for dessert
[C]
[Fm] [G#] Then [C#] I fumbled through my closet for [F#] my clothes and found my cleanest [C#] dirty skirt
[A#m]
[F#] And I washed my face and combed my [D#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs to greet [G#] the day
[C] [Fm] [G#]
[C#] Well I smoked my mind the night before [F#] with cigarettes and songs that [C#] I'd better pick in
But I lit my first and watched a [A#m] small kid cussin' at a can that [G#] he was kickin'
[D#m] [Fm]
[G#] [C#] Then I crossed the empty street and [F#] caught the Sunday smile of some old [C#] frying chicken
[Fm] [A#m]
[F#] And it took me [D#m] back to something [F#] that I lost [G#] somewhere somehow [C#] along the [A#m] way
Oh [D#m] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, wishin' on a [C#] carousel
But there's something [G#] in this Sunday, makes your body [C#] feel at home
And [D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, happens along [C#] the side
Of the sleeping [G#] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [C#] coming [A#] around
[C#]
In the park I saw a daddy [F#] with a laughing little girl that he [C#] was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [A#m] and listened to the song that [G#] they were singin'
[Fm] [G#] [C#] Then I headed back for home and [F#] somewhere far away a lull [C#] was ringin'
[Fm]
[Fm] And [F#] it echoed [D#m] through the canyon [F#] like the [G#] disappearing dreams of [C#] yesterday
[A#m] [C#] Oh [D#] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, wishin' on a [C#] carousel
But there's something [G#] in this Sunday, makes your body feel [C#] at home
And
[D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, [C#] happens along the side
Of the sleeping [G#] city sidewalk, Sunday morning coming [C#] around
[B] [F] [C#]
[C#m] [Bm]
[G#m] [F#] [D#] [C#]
Well I woke up Sunday morning with [F#] no way to hold my hair that [C#] didn't hurt
And [C#]
the beer I had for breakfast [A#m] wasn't bad so I had one more [G#] for dessert
[C]
[Fm] [G#] Then [C#] I fumbled through my closet for [F#] my clothes and found my cleanest [C#] dirty skirt
[A#m]
[F#] And I washed my face and combed my [D#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs to greet [G#] the day
[C] [Fm] [G#]
[C#] Well I smoked my mind the night before [F#] with cigarettes and songs that [C#] I'd better pick in
But I lit my first and watched a [A#m] small kid cussin' at a can that [G#] he was kickin'
[D#m] [Fm]
[G#] [C#] Then I crossed the empty street and [F#] caught the Sunday smile of some old [C#] frying chicken
[Fm] [A#m]
[F#] And it took me [D#m] back to something [F#] that I lost [G#] somewhere somehow [C#] along the [A#m] way
Oh [D#m] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, wishin' on a [C#] carousel
But there's something [G#] in this Sunday, makes your body [C#] feel at home
And [D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, happens along [C#] the side
Of the sleeping [G#] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [C#] coming [A#] around
[C#]
In the park I saw a daddy [F#] with a laughing little girl that he [C#] was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [A#m] and listened to the song that [G#] they were singin'
[Fm] [G#] [C#] Then I headed back for home and [F#] somewhere far away a lull [C#] was ringin'
[Fm]
[Fm] And [F#] it echoed [D#m] through the canyon [F#] like the [G#] disappearing dreams of [C#] yesterday
[A#m] [C#] Oh [D#] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, wishin' on a [C#] carousel
But there's something [G#] in this Sunday, makes your body feel [C#] at home
And
[D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, [C#] happens along the side
Of the sleeping [G#] city sidewalk, Sunday morning coming [C#] around
[B] [F] [C#]
[C#m] [Bm]
Key:
C#
F#
G#
A#m
Fm
C#
F#
G#
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D#] _ [C#] _
Well I woke up Sunday morning with [F#] no way to hold my hair that [C#] didn't hurt
And _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
the beer I had for breakfast [A#m] wasn't bad so I had one more [G#] for dessert
_ [C] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ [G#] _ Then [C#] I fumbled through my closet for [F#] my clothes and found my cleanest [C#] dirty skirt
_ _ _ [A#m] _ _
_ _ [F#] And I washed my face and combed my [D#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs to greet [G#] the day
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [G#] _
[C#] Well I smoked my mind the night before [F#] with cigarettes and songs that [C#] I'd better pick in _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a [A#m] small kid cussin' at a can that [G#] he was kickin'
[D#m] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [G#] _ [C#] Then I crossed the empty street and [F#] caught the Sunday smile of some old [C#] frying _ chicken
_ [Fm] _ [A#m] _ _ _
[F#] And it took me [D#m] back to something [F#] that I lost [G#] somewhere somehow [C#] along the [A#m] way _
_ _ Oh [D#m] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, _ _ _ wishin' on a _ [C#] _ carousel
But _ _ _ there's something [G#] in this Sunday, _ _ _ _ makes your body [C#] feel at _ _ home
And [D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, _ _ _ _ happens along [C#] the side _ _ _
_ Of the sleeping [G#] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [C#] coming [A#] around
_ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ In the park I saw a daddy [F#] with a laughing little girl that he [C#] was swingin'
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [A#m] and listened to the song that [G#] they were singin' _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] Then I headed back for home and [F#] somewhere far away a lull [C#] was ringin'
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _
[Fm] And _ [F#] it echoed [D#m] through the canyon [F#] like the [G#] disappearing dreams of [C#] yesterday
_ [A#m] _ [C#] Oh _ _ [D#] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, _ _ wishin' on a [C#] carousel
But _ _ _ there's something [G#] in this Sunday, _ _ _ _ makes your body feel [C#] at home
And _ _
[D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] happens along _ _ _ _ _ the side
Of the sleeping [G#] city _ sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [C#] around
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D#] _ [C#] _
Well I woke up Sunday morning with [F#] no way to hold my hair that [C#] didn't hurt
And _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
the beer I had for breakfast [A#m] wasn't bad so I had one more [G#] for dessert
_ [C] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ [G#] _ Then [C#] I fumbled through my closet for [F#] my clothes and found my cleanest [C#] dirty skirt
_ _ _ [A#m] _ _
_ _ [F#] And I washed my face and combed my [D#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs to greet [G#] the day
[C] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [G#] _
[C#] Well I smoked my mind the night before [F#] with cigarettes and songs that [C#] I'd better pick in _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a [A#m] small kid cussin' at a can that [G#] he was kickin'
[D#m] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [G#] _ [C#] Then I crossed the empty street and [F#] caught the Sunday smile of some old [C#] frying _ chicken
_ [Fm] _ [A#m] _ _ _
[F#] And it took me [D#m] back to something [F#] that I lost [G#] somewhere somehow [C#] along the [A#m] way _
_ _ Oh [D#m] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, _ _ _ wishin' on a _ [C#] _ carousel
But _ _ _ there's something [G#] in this Sunday, _ _ _ _ makes your body [C#] feel at _ _ home
And [D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, _ _ _ _ happens along [C#] the side _ _ _
_ Of the sleeping [G#] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [C#] coming [A#] around
_ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ In the park I saw a daddy [F#] with a laughing little girl that he [C#] was swingin'
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [A#m] and listened to the song that [G#] they were singin' _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] Then I headed back for home and [F#] somewhere far away a lull [C#] was ringin'
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _
[Fm] And _ [F#] it echoed [D#m] through the canyon [F#] like the [G#] disappearing dreams of [C#] yesterday
_ [A#m] _ [C#] Oh _ _ [D#] this Sunday [F#] morning sky and water, _ _ wishin' on a [C#] carousel
But _ _ _ there's something [G#] in this Sunday, _ _ _ _ makes your body feel [C#] at home
And _ _
[D#] there's nothing [F#] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] happens along _ _ _ _ _ the side
Of the sleeping [G#] city _ sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [C#] around
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _