Chords for Sammi Smith - Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Tempo:
78.45 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Eb
Fm
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] Well I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold my head, [Ab] it didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had [Eb] one more for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled through my clothes, [Db] from my clothes I found [Ab] my cleanest dirty coat.
[Fm] [Db] Then I washed my face, combed my [Bbm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [Eb] to greet the day.
Well [Ab] I'd smoked my brain the night before, [Db] the cigarettes and songs that I'd [Ab] been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid, cussing at a can that [Eb] he was licking.
[Ab] Then I crossed the empty street [Db] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken.
[Fm] [Db] And it took me back [Bbm] to something [Eb] I'd lost somehow, somewhere [Ab] along the way.
On the Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I was in love but [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes [Db] the body [Ab] feel at home.
And there's nothing short [Db] of dancing, and with no tune [Ab] or song.
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [Ab] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little girl, [Ab] he was swinging.
Then he stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing.
[Ab] Then I headed back home, [Db] somewhere far away, [Ab] a lonely bell was ringing.
[Fm] [Db] And it echoed through [Bbm] the town,
[Eb] like the disappearing dreams [Ab] of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I was in love [Ab] but I was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes the body [Ab] feel at home.
And there's nothing short [Db] of dancing, half as lonesome [Ab] as the stars.
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, Sunday [Db] morning [Ab] coming down.
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, [Db] Sunday morning coming [Ab]
down.
[Eb] Well I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold my head, [Ab] it didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had [Eb] one more for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled through my clothes, [Db] from my clothes I found [Ab] my cleanest dirty coat.
[Fm] [Db] Then I washed my face, combed my [Bbm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [Eb] to greet the day.
Well [Ab] I'd smoked my brain the night before, [Db] the cigarettes and songs that I'd [Ab] been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid, cussing at a can that [Eb] he was licking.
[Ab] Then I crossed the empty street [Db] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken.
[Fm] [Db] And it took me back [Bbm] to something [Eb] I'd lost somehow, somewhere [Ab] along the way.
On the Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I was in love but [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes [Db] the body [Ab] feel at home.
And there's nothing short [Db] of dancing, and with no tune [Ab] or song.
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [Ab] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little girl, [Ab] he was swinging.
Then he stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing.
[Ab] Then I headed back home, [Db] somewhere far away, [Ab] a lonely bell was ringing.
[Fm] [Db] And it echoed through [Bbm] the town,
[Eb] like the disappearing dreams [Ab] of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, I was in love [Ab] but I was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes the body [Ab] feel at home.
And there's nothing short [Db] of dancing, half as lonesome [Ab] as the stars.
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, Sunday [Db] morning [Ab] coming down.
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, [Db] Sunday morning coming [Ab]
down.
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_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ Well I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold my head, [Ab] it didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had [Eb] one more for dessert. _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled through my clothes, [Db] from my clothes I found [Ab] my cleanest dirty coat. _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Db] Then I washed my face, combed my [Bbm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [Eb] to greet the day. _ _
_ _ Well [Ab] I'd smoked my brain the night before, [Db] the cigarettes and songs that I'd [Ab] been picking. _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid, cussing at a can that [Eb] he was licking. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I crossed the empty street [Db] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken. _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Db] And it took me back [Bbm] to something [Eb] I'd lost somehow, somewhere [Ab] along the way. _
On the Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, _ _ I was in love but [Ab] I was stoned.
_ Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes [Db] the body [Ab] feel at home. _ _
And there's nothing short [Db] of _ dancing, and with no tune [Ab] or song.
On _ the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [Ab] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little girl, [Ab] he was swinging. _ _
_ _ _ Then he stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing. _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I headed back home, [Db] somewhere far away, [Ab] a lonely bell was ringing.
[Fm] _ _ _ [Db] And it echoed through [Bbm] the town, _
[Eb] like the disappearing dreams [Ab] of yesterday. _ _
On the Sunday morning [Db] _ sidewalk, _ I was in love [Ab] but I was stoned. _
Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes the body [Ab] feel at home. _ _
And there's nothing short [Db] of _ dancing, half as lonesome [Ab] as the stars. _ _
_ On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday [Db] morning [Ab] coming down. _ _
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ _ [Db] Sunday morning coming [Ab] _
down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ Well I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold my head, [Ab] it didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had [Eb] one more for dessert. _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled through my clothes, [Db] from my clothes I found [Ab] my cleanest dirty coat. _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Db] Then I washed my face, combed my [Bbm] hair, and stumbled down the stairs [Eb] to greet the day. _ _
_ _ Well [Ab] I'd smoked my brain the night before, [Db] the cigarettes and songs that I'd [Ab] been picking. _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid, cussing at a can that [Eb] he was licking. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I crossed the empty street [Db] and caught the Sunday smell of someone [Ab] frying chicken. _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Db] And it took me back [Bbm] to something [Eb] I'd lost somehow, somewhere [Ab] along the way. _
On the Sunday morning [Db] sidewalk, _ _ I was in love but [Ab] I was stoned.
_ Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes [Db] the body [Ab] feel at home. _ _
And there's nothing short [Db] of _ dancing, and with no tune [Ab] or song.
On _ the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [Ab] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little girl, [Ab] he was swinging. _ _
_ _ _ Then he stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] that they were singing. _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I headed back home, [Db] somewhere far away, [Ab] a lonely bell was ringing.
[Fm] _ _ _ [Db] And it echoed through [Bbm] the town, _
[Eb] like the disappearing dreams [Ab] of yesterday. _ _
On the Sunday morning [Db] _ sidewalk, _ I was in love [Ab] but I was stoned. _
Cause there's something [Eb] in Sunday that makes the body [Ab] feel at home. _ _
And there's nothing short [Db] of _ dancing, half as lonesome [Ab] as the stars. _ _
_ On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday [Db] morning [Ab] coming down. _ _
On the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk, _ _ _ [Db] Sunday morning coming [Ab] _
down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _