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