Sunday Morning Coming Down Chords by Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
Tempo:
97.3 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] Well I woke up [C] Sunday morning with no [F#m] ale, hold my hand [G] that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had [Cm] one more [D] for dessert
[G] I fumbled in my closet, threw [C] my clothes and found my [G] cleanest, dirty shirt
And I washed my [D] face and [Gm] combed my hair, [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before [C] with [D] cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been picking
I let my first wife [Em] smoke it, playing with a can [D] that he was kicking
I walked across the street [C] and caught the Sunday smell of [D] [G] someone's fried chicken
took me [D] back to something [C] that I'd lost [D] somewhere somehow [G] along the way
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had [Cm] one more [D] for dessert
[G] I fumbled in my closet, threw [C] my clothes and found my [G] cleanest, dirty shirt
And I washed my [D] face and [Gm] combed my hair, [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before [C] with [D] cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been picking
I let my first wife [Em] smoke it, playing with a can [D] that he was kicking
I walked across the street [C] and caught the Sunday smell of [D] [G] someone's fried chicken
took me [D] back to something [C] that I'd lost [D] somewhere somehow [G] along the way
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[G] Well I woke up [C] Sunday morning with no [F#m] ale, hold my hand [G] that didn't hurt _ _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had [Cm] one more [D] for dessert
Then _ _ _ [G] I fumbled in my closet, threw [C] my clothes and found my [G] cleanest, dirty shirt
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C]
And I washed my [D] face and [Gm] combed my hair, [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
_ _ _ _ _ [G]
I'd smoked my mind the night before [C] with [D] cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been picking
_ But _ _ _ I let my first wife [Em] smoke it, playing with a can [D] that he was kicking
And _ _ _ _ [G]
I walked across the street [C] and caught the Sunday smell of [D] [G] someone's fried chicken
_ [Em] And _ _ [C] it took me [D] back to something [C] that I'd lost [D] somewhere somehow [G] along the way
_ [N] On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ I wish that I [G] was lost
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday _ _ that makes a body [G] feel alone
_ _ [Gm] And there's nothing [C] so desiring, _ _ _ half as old as [G] the sound
And I walked across _ _ the street and [D]
caught _ _ the Sunday smell [G] _
of _ _ _ someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to _ _ [C] something _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ that [D] I'd lost somewhere _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ [D] along the way
On a Sunday [G] morning sidewalk, I wish that I was lost
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
_ [Em] _ _ _ [C] And I jiggled [D] through the can, young [C] black, with [D] disappearing dreams [G] of yesterday
_ _ On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ I wish that I [G] was lost
_ _ Cause there's [D] something in a Sunday _ [Dm] that makes a body [G] feel _ alone
_ [Cm] [N] And there's nothing [C] so desiring, _ _ except the glow from after [G] the doubt
_ [Gm] Of the sleeping [D] city sidewalk
_ _ And Sunday morning [G] coming down
_ Of the sleeping [D] city sidewalk
_ [B] And [E] Sunday morning [G] coming _ [C] down
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Em] wasn't bad, so I had [Cm] one more [D] for dessert
Then _ _ _ [G] I fumbled in my closet, threw [C] my clothes and found my [G] cleanest, dirty shirt
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C]
And I washed my [D] face and [Gm] combed my hair, [D] stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
_ _ _ _ _ [G]
I'd smoked my mind the night before [C] with [D] cigarettes and [G] songs that I'd been picking
_ But _ _ _ I let my first wife [Em] smoke it, playing with a can [D] that he was kicking
And _ _ _ _ [G]
I walked across the street [C] and caught the Sunday smell of [D] [G] someone's fried chicken
_ [Em] And _ _ [C] it took me [D] back to something [C] that I'd lost [D] somewhere somehow [G] along the way
_ [N] On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ I wish that I [G] was lost
Cause there's something [D] in a Sunday _ _ that makes a body [G] feel alone
_ _ [Gm] And there's nothing [C] so desiring, _ _ _ half as old as [G] the sound
And I walked across _ _ the street and [D]
caught _ _ the Sunday smell [G] _
of _ _ _ someone's fried chicken
And it took me back to _ _ [C] something _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ that [D] I'd lost somewhere _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ [D] along the way
On a Sunday [G] morning sidewalk, I wish that I was lost
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
_ [Em] _ _ _ [C] And I jiggled [D] through the can, young [C] black, with [D] disappearing dreams [G] of yesterday
_ _ On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ I wish that I [G] was lost
_ _ Cause there's [D] something in a Sunday _ [Dm] that makes a body [G] feel _ alone
_ [Cm] [N] And there's nothing [C] so desiring, _ _ except the glow from after [G] the doubt
_ [Gm] Of the sleeping [D] city sidewalk
_ _ And Sunday morning [G] coming down
_ Of the sleeping [D] city sidewalk
_ [B] And [E] Sunday morning [G] coming _ [C] down
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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