Chords for Sunday Morning Coming Down
Tempo:
77.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well I woke up Sunday morning [A] with no way to hold my head, [E] that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [B] for dessert
Then [E] I fumbled through my closet [A] for my clothes and found my [E] cleanest dirty shirt
And [C#m]
[A] I shaved my face and curled my [F#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs [B] to meet the day
I'd
[E] smoked my brain the night [A] before, cigarette and songs that [E] I've been picking
But I lit my first and watched the [C#m] small kid passing, had a can that [B] he was kicking
[E] Then I crossed the empty street [A] and caught the Sunday smile of someone [E] buying a chicken
And [C#m]
[A] it took me [F#m] back to something [A] that I'd lost [B] somehow somewhere [E] along the way
On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [E] I was stoned
Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, makes a body [E] feel alone
And there's nothing [A] short of shying, half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [E] coming down
In the park I saw a daddy [A] with a laughing little girl whom he [E] was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [C#m] and listened to the song [B] they were singing
Then [E] I headed back for home, [A] somewhere far away a lonely [E] bell was ringing
[C#m]
[A] And it echoed through [F#m] the canyons [A] like the disappearing [B] dreams of [E] yesterday
On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, makes a body [E] feel alone
And there's nothing [A] short of shying, half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [E] coming down
On the Sunday morning [A] sidewalk, wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, makes a body [E] feel alone
And there's nothing [A] short of shying, half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [E] coming down
[N]
And the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [B] for dessert
Then [E] I fumbled through my closet [A] for my clothes and found my [E] cleanest dirty shirt
And [C#m]
[A] I shaved my face and curled my [F#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs [B] to meet the day
I'd
[E] smoked my brain the night [A] before, cigarette and songs that [E] I've been picking
But I lit my first and watched the [C#m] small kid passing, had a can that [B] he was kicking
[E] Then I crossed the empty street [A] and caught the Sunday smile of someone [E] buying a chicken
And [C#m]
[A] it took me [F#m] back to something [A] that I'd lost [B] somehow somewhere [E] along the way
On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that [E] I was stoned
Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, makes a body [E] feel alone
And there's nothing [A] short of shying, half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [E] coming down
In the park I saw a daddy [A] with a laughing little girl whom he [E] was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [C#m] and listened to the song [B] they were singing
Then [E] I headed back for home, [A] somewhere far away a lonely [E] bell was ringing
[C#m]
[A] And it echoed through [F#m] the canyons [A] like the disappearing [B] dreams of [E] yesterday
On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, makes a body [E] feel alone
And there's nothing [A] short of shying, half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [E] coming down
On the Sunday morning [A] sidewalk, wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, makes a body [E] feel alone
And there's nothing [A] short of shying, half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, Sunday morning [E] coming down
[N]
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
F#m
E
A
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well I woke up Sunday morning [A] with no way to hold my head, [E] that didn't hurt
And _ _ _ _ the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [B] for dessert
Then _ _ _ [E] I fumbled through my closet [A] for my clothes and found my [E] cleanest dirty shirt
And [C#m] _ _ _
[A] I shaved my face and curled my [F#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs [B] to meet the day
I'd _ _ _ _
[E] smoked my brain the night [A] before, cigarette and songs that [E] I've been picking _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched the [C#m] small kid passing, had a can that [B] he was kicking _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Then I crossed the empty street [A] and caught the Sunday smile of someone [E] buying a chicken
And [C#m] _ _ _
[A] it took me [F#m] back to something [A] that I'd lost [B] somehow somewhere [E] along the way
_ _ _ On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord that [E] I was stoned
_ _ _ Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, _ _ _ makes a body [E] feel alone
And _ there's nothing [A] short of shying, _ _ half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [E] coming down _ _ _ _ _
In the park I saw a daddy [A] with a laughing little girl whom he [E] was swinging _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [C#m] and listened to the song [B] they were singing
Then _ _ _ _ [E] I headed back for home, [A] somewhere far away a lonely [E] bell was ringing
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[A] And it echoed through [F#m] the canyons [A] like the disappearing [B] dreams of [E] yesterday
_ _ _ On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
_ _ Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [E] feel alone
_ _ And there's nothing [A] short of shying, _ _ half as lonesome [E] as the sound
_ _ On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [E] coming down
_ _ On the Sunday morning [A] sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
Cause _ there's something [B] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [E] feel alone
_ _ And there's nothing [A] short of shying, _ _ half as lonesome [E] as the sound
_ _ On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [E] coming down _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Well I woke up Sunday morning [A] with no way to hold my head, [E] that didn't hurt
And _ _ _ _ the beer I had for breakfast [C#m] wasn't bad, so I had one more [B] for dessert
Then _ _ _ [E] I fumbled through my closet [A] for my clothes and found my [E] cleanest dirty shirt
And [C#m] _ _ _
[A] I shaved my face and curled my [F#m] hair, stumbled down the stairs [B] to meet the day
I'd _ _ _ _
[E] smoked my brain the night [A] before, cigarette and songs that [E] I've been picking _ _ _ _ _
But I lit my first and watched the [C#m] small kid passing, had a can that [B] he was kicking _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Then I crossed the empty street [A] and caught the Sunday smile of someone [E] buying a chicken
And [C#m] _ _ _
[A] it took me [F#m] back to something [A] that I'd lost [B] somehow somewhere [E] along the way
_ _ _ On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ wishing Lord that [E] I was stoned
_ _ _ Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, _ _ _ makes a body [E] feel alone
And _ there's nothing [A] short of shying, _ _ half as lonesome [E] as the sound
On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, _ _ _ Sunday morning [E] coming down _ _ _ _ _
In the park I saw a daddy [A] with a laughing little girl whom he [E] was swinging _ _ _ _ _
And I stopped beside a Sunday school [C#m] and listened to the song [B] they were singing
Then _ _ _ _ [E] I headed back for home, [A] somewhere far away a lonely [E] bell was ringing
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[A] And it echoed through [F#m] the canyons [A] like the disappearing [B] dreams of [E] yesterday
_ _ _ On the Sunday [A] morning sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
_ _ Cause there's something [B] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [E] feel alone
_ _ And there's nothing [A] short of shying, _ _ half as lonesome [E] as the sound
_ _ On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [E] coming down
_ _ On the Sunday morning [A] sidewalk, _ _ wishing Lord that I [E] was stoned
Cause _ there's something [B] in a Sunday, _ _ makes a body [E] feel alone
_ _ And there's nothing [A] short of shying, _ _ half as lonesome [E] as the sound
_ _ On the sleeping [B] city sidewalk, _ _ Sunday morning [E] coming down _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _