Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords by Johnny Cash
Tempo:
156.7 bpm
Chords used:
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Eb
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Fm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well, I woke up Sunday morning [Db] with no way to hold [Eb] my head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest, [Ab] dirty shirt.
Then [Fm]
[Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my [Bbm] hair and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
[Ab] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking.
Then [Ab] I walked across the street and [Db] caught the Sunday smell of [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
[Fm]
And [Db] Lord, it took me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere, [Eb] somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday that makes the [Eb] body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Db] sure to dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning [Ab] coming down, in the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and somewhere [Db] far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing.
[Fm]
[Db] And it echoed through [Eb] the canyon like [Bbm] a disappearing [Eb]
dream of [Ab] yesterday.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something in a [Eb] Sunday that makes the body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing sure [Db] to dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down.
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That [Ab] didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert.
[Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest, [Ab] dirty shirt.
Then [Fm]
[Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my [Bbm] hair and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
[Ab] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs [Ab] I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking.
Then [Ab] I walked across the street and [Db] caught the Sunday smell of [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
[Fm]
And [Db] Lord, it took me back [Eb] to something [Bbm] that I lost somewhere, [Eb] somehow [Ab] along the way.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday that makes the [Eb] body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing [Db] sure to dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning [Ab] coming down, in the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing.
Then [Ab] I headed down the street and somewhere [Db] far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing.
[Fm]
[Db] And it echoed through [Eb] the canyon like [Bbm] a disappearing [Eb]
dream of [Ab] yesterday.
On a Sunday [Db] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
Cause there's something in a [Eb] Sunday that makes the body [Ab] feel alone.
And there's nothing sure [Db] to dying that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the sound of the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
And Sunday morning coming [Ab] down.
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_ _ Well, I woke up Sunday morning _ [Db] with no way to hold [Eb] my head.
That [Ab] didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast _ [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert. _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest, [Ab] dirty shirt. _
Then _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my [Bbm] hair and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs _ [Ab] I'd been picking. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking. _
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_ _ _ Then [Ab] I walked across the street and [Db] caught the Sunday smell of _ [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ And [Db] Lord, it took me back [Eb] to something _ [Bbm] that I lost somewhere, [Eb] _ somehow [Ab] along the way. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On a Sunday [Db] morning _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ _ makes the [Eb] body [Ab] feel alone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's nothing [Db] sure to dying _ _ _ _ _ _ that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ of _ the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And Sunday morning _ [Ab] coming down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Then [Ab] I headed down the street and somewhere [Db] far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing. _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] And it echoed through [Eb] the canyon _ like [Bbm] a disappearing [Eb]
dream of [Ab] yesterday. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday [Db] morning _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned. _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something in a [Eb] Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ makes the body [Ab] feel alone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And there's nothing _ sure [Db] to dying _ _ _ that's _ half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ of _ the sleeping [Eb] city _ sidewalk. _ _ _ _
_ _ And Sunday morning _ _ coming _ [Ab] down. _
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That [Ab] didn't hurt. _ _
_ _ _ And the beer I had for breakfast _ [Fm] wasn't bad, so I had one more [Eb] for dessert. _
_ _ _ [Ab] Then I fumbled in my closet, threw [Db] my clothes and found my cleanest, [Ab] dirty shirt. _
Then _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] I washed my face [Eb] and combed my [Bbm] hair and stumbled down [Eb] the stairs to meet the day.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] I'd smoked my mind the night before [Db] with cigarettes and [Eb] songs _ [Ab] I'd been picking. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But I lit my first and watched a small [Fm] kid playing with a can that [Eb] he was kicking. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Then [Ab] I walked across the street and [Db] caught the Sunday smell of _ [Ab] someone's frying chicken.
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ And [Db] Lord, it took me back [Eb] to something _ [Bbm] that I lost somewhere, [Eb] _ somehow [Ab] along the way. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On a Sunday [Db] morning _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause there's something [Eb] in a Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ _ makes the [Eb] body [Ab] feel alone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And there's nothing [Db] sure to dying _ _ _ _ _ _ that's half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ of _ the sleeping [Eb] city sidewalk.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And Sunday morning _ [Ab] coming down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ in the park I saw a daddy [Db] with a laughing little [Eb] girl [Ab] that he was swinging. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And I stopped beside a Sunday school [Fm] and listened to the songs [Eb] they were singing. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Then [Ab] I headed down the street and somewhere [Db] far away a lonely [Ab] bell was ringing. _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] And it echoed through [Eb] the canyon _ like [Bbm] a disappearing [Eb]
dream of [Ab] yesterday. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday [Db] morning _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that [Ab] I was stoned. _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause there's something in a [Eb] Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ makes the body [Ab] feel alone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And there's nothing _ sure [Db] to dying _ _ _ that's _ half as lonesome [Ab] as the _ sound _ _ _ of _ the sleeping [Eb] city _ sidewalk. _ _ _ _
_ _ And Sunday morning _ _ coming _ [Ab] down. _
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