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