Chords for Mark Lindsay - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
93 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to pull my head, [C] it didn't hurt
And the wine I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one [G] more for dessert
[G] Then [C]
[C] I fumbled through my closet [F] for my clothes and found my [C] cleanest dirty shirt
[Am]
[F] Then I washed my face and combed [D] my hair and stumbled down the stairs [G] to meet today
[G] [C]
[C] Well, I smoked my brain the night [F] before with cigarettes and [C] songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid cussing at a cane that [G] he was kicking
[C] [G]
[C] Then I crossed the empty street and [F] caught the Sunday smell of someone [C] frying chicken
[Am] And [F] it took me [Dm] back to something [F] that I lost [G] somehow somewhere [C] along the way
And on this Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, we should [C] know that I was stoned
Cause there's something [G] in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone
And there's nothing [F] short of dying, half as [C] lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [C] coming down
[Am] [C]
In the park I watched a daddy [F] with a laughing little girl [C] that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Am] and listened to the song [G] that they were singing
[C] [G]
And [C] I headed back for home from [F] somewhere far away a [C] lonely bell was ringing
[Am]
And [F] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams [C] of yesterday
And on this Sunday morning [F] sidewalk, we should [C] know that I was stoned
Cause there's [G] something in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone
And there's nothing [F] short of dying, half as [C] lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [C] coming down
[F]
[C]
[G] And
[C] there's nothing [F] short of dying, half as lonesome [C] as the sound
And the wine I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one [G] more for dessert
[G] Then [C]
[C] I fumbled through my closet [F] for my clothes and found my [C] cleanest dirty shirt
[Am]
[F] Then I washed my face and combed [D] my hair and stumbled down the stairs [G] to meet today
[G] [C]
[C] Well, I smoked my brain the night [F] before with cigarettes and [C] songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid cussing at a cane that [G] he was kicking
[C] [G]
[C] Then I crossed the empty street and [F] caught the Sunday smell of someone [C] frying chicken
[Am] And [F] it took me [Dm] back to something [F] that I lost [G] somehow somewhere [C] along the way
And on this Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, we should [C] know that I was stoned
Cause there's something [G] in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone
And there's nothing [F] short of dying, half as [C] lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [C] coming down
[Am] [C]
In the park I watched a daddy [F] with a laughing little girl [C] that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Am] and listened to the song [G] that they were singing
[C] [G]
And [C] I headed back for home from [F] somewhere far away a [C] lonely bell was ringing
[Am]
And [F] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams [C] of yesterday
And on this Sunday morning [F] sidewalk, we should [C] know that I was stoned
Cause there's [G] something in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone
And there's nothing [F] short of dying, half as [C] lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [C] coming down
[F]
[C]
[G] And
[C] there's nothing [F] short of dying, half as lonesome [C] as the sound
Key:
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Am
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to pull my head, [C] it didn't hurt _ _ _ _ _
And the wine I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one [G] more for dessert
[G] Then _ [C] _ _
[C] I fumbled through my closet [F] for my clothes and found my [C] cleanest dirty shirt
_ [Am] _ _
[F] Then I washed my face and combed [D] my hair and stumbled down the stairs [G] to meet today
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
[C] Well, I smoked my brain the night [F] before with cigarettes and [C] songs that I'd been picking _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid cussing at a cane that [G] he was kicking
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[C] Then I crossed the empty street and [F] caught the Sunday smell of someone [C] frying chicken
_ [Am] _ _ And [F] it took me [Dm] back to something [F] that I lost [G] somehow somewhere [C] along the way
_ And on this Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ we should [C] know that I was stoned
Cause there's something [G] in a Sunday _ that makes a body [C] feel alone
_ _ _ And there's nothing [F] short of dying, _ _ half as [C] lonesome as the sound
_ On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [C] coming down
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C]
In the park I watched a daddy [F] with a laughing little girl [C] that he was swinging _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Am] and listened to the song [G] that they were singing
_ _ [C] _ _ [G]
And [C] I headed back for home from [F] somewhere far away a [C] lonely bell was ringing
_ [Am] _ _
And [F] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams [C] of yesterday
_ _ And on this Sunday morning [F] sidewalk, _ _ we should [C] know that I was _ stoned
Cause there's [G] something in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone
_ And there's nothing [F] short of dying, _ _ half as [C] lonesome as the sound
_ On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [C] coming _ down
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ And _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ there's nothing [F] short of dying, _ _ half as lonesome [C] as the sound _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [F] with no way to pull my head, [C] it didn't hurt _ _ _ _ _
And the wine I had for breakfast [Am] wasn't bad, so I had one [G] more for dessert
[G] Then _ [C] _ _
[C] I fumbled through my closet [F] for my clothes and found my [C] cleanest dirty shirt
_ [Am] _ _
[F] Then I washed my face and combed [D] my hair and stumbled down the stairs [G] to meet today
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
[C] Well, I smoked my brain the night [F] before with cigarettes and [C] songs that I'd been picking _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched a [Am] small kid cussing at a cane that [G] he was kicking
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[C] Then I crossed the empty street and [F] caught the Sunday smell of someone [C] frying chicken
_ [Am] _ _ And [F] it took me [Dm] back to something [F] that I lost [G] somehow somewhere [C] along the way
_ And on this Sunday [F] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ we should [C] know that I was stoned
Cause there's something [G] in a Sunday _ that makes a body [C] feel alone
_ _ _ And there's nothing [F] short of dying, _ _ half as [C] lonesome as the sound
_ On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [C] coming down
[Am] _ _ _ _ [C]
In the park I watched a daddy [F] with a laughing little girl [C] that he was swinging _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Am] and listened to the song [G] that they were singing
_ _ [C] _ _ [G]
And [C] I headed back for home from [F] somewhere far away a [C] lonely bell was ringing
_ [Am] _ _
And [F] it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams [C] of yesterday
_ _ And on this Sunday morning [F] sidewalk, _ _ we should [C] know that I was _ stoned
Cause there's [G] something in a Sunday that makes a body [C] feel alone
_ And there's nothing [F] short of dying, _ _ half as [C] lonesome as the sound
_ On a sleepy [G] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [C] coming _ down
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ And _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ there's nothing [F] short of dying, _ _ half as lonesome [C] as the sound _ _ _ _ _ _ _