Chords for Sunday Morning Coming Down (1988 Version)
Tempo:
85.4 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#m]
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I [A] smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy cussing at a can that he'd [E] been picking.
[A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m] [D] And it took me back [E] to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way.
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes the body [A] feel alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound
of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they [E] were singing.
[A] I headed down the road, [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[F#m]
[D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that [A] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] about a Sunday that'll make your body [A] feel alone.
Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound
of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] [A]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert.
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
[F#m]
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I [A] smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy cussing at a can that he'd [E] been picking.
[A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken.
[F#m] [D] And it took me back [E] to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way.
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that makes the body [A] feel alone.
Oh, there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound
of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [A] coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they [E] were singing.
[A] I headed down the road, [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
[F#m]
[D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday.
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that [A] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [E] about a Sunday that'll make your body [A] feel alone.
Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, half as lonesome [A] as the sound
of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] [A]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
A
D
E
F#m
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] that didn't hurt. _
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I [A] smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been picking. _ _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy cussing at a can that he'd [E] been picking. _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken. _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [D] And it took me back [E] to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way. _ _
_ On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned. _ _
_ Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that _ makes the body [A] feel alone. _
Oh, there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound _ _
_ of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging. _ _ _
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they [E] were singing. _ _ _ _
_ [A] I headed down the road, [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday. _ _ _ _
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that [A] I was stoned. _ _ _
Cause there's something [E] about a Sunday that'll _ make your body [A] feel alone.
_ Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound _ _ _
of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [D] no way to hold my head, [A] that didn't hurt. _
And the beer I had for breakfast [F#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [E] for dessert. _ _ _ _ _
[A] Then I fumbled in my closet, [D] threw my clothes and found my cleanest, [A] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[D] Then I washed my [E] face and combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I [A] smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes [E] and songs that [A] I'd been picking. _ _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [F#m] boy cussing at a can that he'd [E] been picking. _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] I crossed the empty street, [D] caught the Sunday smell of someone [A] frying chicken. _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [D] And it took me back [E] to something that I lost somewhere, somehow [A] along the way. _ _
_ On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [A] was stoned. _ _
_ Cause there's something [E] in a Sunday that _ makes the body [A] feel alone. _
Oh, there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound _ _
_ of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [A] coming down. _ _
_ _ _ In the park I saw a daddy [D] with a laughing [E] little girl that he [A] was swinging. _ _ _
_ And I stopped beside a Sunday school, [F#m] listened to the songs that they [E] were singing. _ _ _ _
_ [A] I headed down the road, [D] somewhere far away a lonely bell [A] was ringing.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [D] And it echoed through [E] the canyons like a disappearing dream of [A] yesterday. _ _ _ _
On a Sunday [D] morning sidewalk, oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that [A] I was stoned. _ _ _
Cause there's something [E] about a Sunday that'll _ make your body [A] feel alone.
_ Oh, and there ain't nothing [D] short of dying, _ _ _ half as lonesome [A] as the sound _ _ _
of a sleeping [E] city sidewalk, _ _ _ _ Sunday morning coming [A] down.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _