Steve Earle & Kris Kristofferson Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords
Tempo:
77.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to hold my head, it [G] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert.
And I fumbled through my closet for [G] my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
[Em]
[G] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair and stumbled [Am] down the stairs to meet [D] the day.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that [G] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid cussing at a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then [G] I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell of someone [G] crying chicken.
[Em]
[C] And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [G] that I was strong.
There's something [D] in the Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
[C] [G]
In the park I saw Daddy with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school, listened to the song that [D] they were singing.
[D]
[G] And I headed back for home [C] and somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell was ringing.
[Em]
[C] And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing [D] dreams of [G] yesterday.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [G] I was strong.
There's something [D] in the Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [G] I was strong.
There's something [D] in the Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
[G]
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
[C] [G] [C]
[G]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to hold my head, it [G] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert.
And I fumbled through my closet for [G] my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
[Em]
[G] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair and stumbled [Am] down the stairs to meet [D] the day.
[G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that [G] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid cussing at a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then [G] I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell of someone [G] crying chicken.
[Em]
[C] And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord [G] that I was strong.
There's something [D] in the Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
[C] [G]
In the park I saw Daddy with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school, listened to the song that [D] they were singing.
[D]
[G] And I headed back for home [C] and somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell was ringing.
[Em]
[C] And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing [D] dreams of [G] yesterday.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [G] I was strong.
There's something [D] in the Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [G] I was strong.
There's something [D] in the Sunday that makes a body [G] feel alone.
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
[G]
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [G] coming down.
[C] [G] [C]
[G]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to hold my head, it [G] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert. _ _ _ _ _
_ And I fumbled through my closet for [G] my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
_ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [G] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair and stumbled [Am] down the stairs to meet [D] the day. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that [G] I'd been picking. _ _ _ _
_ But I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid cussing at a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then _ _ _ _ [G] I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell of someone [G] crying chicken.
_ _ [Em] _ _
_ [C] And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way. _ _ _
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord [G] that I was strong. _ _ _
There's something [D] in the Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone. _ _ _
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound. _ _ _
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ In the park I saw Daddy with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school, listened to the song that [D] they were singing.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] And I headed back for home [C] and somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell was ringing.
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ [C] And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing [D] dreams of [G] yesterday. _ _ _
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that [G] I was strong. _ _ _
There's something [D] in the Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone.
There _ _ ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound. _ _ _
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord that [G] I was strong. _ _ _
There's something [D] in the Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone. _ _ _
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
_ _ _ [G]
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I woke up Sunday morning, [C] no way to hold my head, it [G] didn't hurt. _ _ _ _ _
_ And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had one more for [D] dessert. _ _ _ _ _
_ And I fumbled through my closet for [G] my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
_ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [G] And I washed my face and combed my [A] hair and stumbled [Am] down the stairs to meet [D] the day. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] I'd smoked my brain the night before [C] on cigarettes and songs that [G] I'd been picking. _ _ _ _
_ But I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid cussing at a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then _ _ _ _ [G] I crossed the empty street and [C] caught the Sunday smell of someone [G] crying chicken.
_ _ [Em] _ _
_ [C] And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow [D] somewhere [G] along the way. _ _ _
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord [G] that I was strong. _ _ _
There's something [D] in the Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone. _ _ _
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound. _ _ _
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ In the park I saw Daddy with a laughing little girl who [G] he was swinging. _ _ _ _
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday [Em] school, listened to the song that [D] they were singing.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] And I headed back for home [C] and somewhere far away a lonesome [G] bell was ringing.
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ [C] And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing [D] dreams of [G] yesterday. _ _ _
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that [G] I was strong. _ _ _
There's something [D] in the Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone.
There _ _ ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound. _ _ _
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _
On the Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord that [G] I was strong. _ _ _
There's something [D] in the Sunday that _ makes a body [G] feel alone. _ _ _
There ain't nothing [C] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound.
_ _ _ [G]
On the sleeping [D] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [G] coming down. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _