Chords for Sunday Morning Coming Down Johnny Cash Tribute
Tempo:
146 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [C] no way to [D] hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
[C] [G]
And the beer I had for breakfast [Bm] wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one [G] more for [D]
dessert.
[F#] Then [G] I tumbled in my closet [C] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [G] dirtiest shirt.
[Em]
And then I [C] washed my [D] face and combed my hair [Am] and stumbled down [D] the stairs to meet the day.
[Bm] [G] I smoked my mind the night before [C] with cigarettes and [Bm] the songs [G] I'd been picking.
Then I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid playing with a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then [G] I walked across the street and caught the [C] Sunday smell of some one [G] frying chicken.
[Em]
And Lord, [C] it took me back [D] to something that [Am] I lost somewhere [D]
somehow along [G] the way.
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
Is there something in [D] a Sunday that makes the body feel [G] alone?
And there's nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome as [G] the sound of a sleeping city [D] sidewalk.
[G] Then Sunday morning, I [G] looked down.
In the park, I saw a daddy [C] with a laughing little [Bm]
girl that he [G] was swinging.
Then I stopped beside a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] were singing.
Then [G] I headed across the street and [C] somewhere far away a lonely bell [G] was ringing.
[Em]
And Lord, [C] it echoed through [D] the canyons like [Em] the disappearing [D]
dream of [G] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [G] was stoned.
Is there something in [D] a Sunday [A] that [D] makes the body [G] feel alone?
And there's nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound of a sleeping [D] city sidewalk.
[D] Then Sunday morning, [G] coming down.
[E] [G]
[C] [G] God bless you, Johnny Kennedy.
God bless you, Chris Kristopher.
What a fabulous song, huh?
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [C] no way to [D] hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
[C] [G]
And the beer I had for breakfast [Bm] wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one [G] more for [D]
dessert.
[F#] Then [G] I tumbled in my closet [C] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [G] dirtiest shirt.
[Em]
And then I [C] washed my [D] face and combed my hair [Am] and stumbled down [D] the stairs to meet the day.
[Bm] [G] I smoked my mind the night before [C] with cigarettes and [Bm] the songs [G] I'd been picking.
Then I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid playing with a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then [G] I walked across the street and caught the [C] Sunday smell of some one [G] frying chicken.
[Em]
And Lord, [C] it took me back [D] to something that [Am] I lost somewhere [D]
somehow along [G] the way.
On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned.
Is there something in [D] a Sunday that makes the body feel [G] alone?
And there's nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome as [G] the sound of a sleeping city [D] sidewalk.
[G] Then Sunday morning, I [G] looked down.
In the park, I saw a daddy [C] with a laughing little [Bm]
girl that he [G] was swinging.
Then I stopped beside a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] were singing.
Then [G] I headed across the street and [C] somewhere far away a lonely bell [G] was ringing.
[Em]
And Lord, [C] it echoed through [D] the canyons like [Em] the disappearing [D]
dream of [G] yesterday.
On a Sunday morning [C] sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I [G] was stoned.
Is there something in [D] a Sunday [A] that [D] makes the body [G] feel alone?
And there's nothing [C] short of dying, half as lonesome [G] as the sound of a sleeping [D] city sidewalk.
[D] Then Sunday morning, [G] coming down.
[E] [G]
[C] [G] God bless you, Johnny Kennedy.
God bless you, Chris Kristopher.
What a fabulous song, huh?
Key:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
G
D
C
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [C] no way to [D] hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Bm] wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one [G] more for [D]
dessert.
_ _ _ _ [F#] Then [G] I tumbled in my closet [C] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [G] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ And then I [C] washed my [D] face and combed my hair [Am] and stumbled down [D] the stairs to meet the day. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] I smoked my mind the night before [C] with cigarettes and [Bm] the songs [G] I'd been picking. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Then I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid playing with a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] I walked across the street and caught the [C] Sunday smell of some one [G] frying chicken. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ And Lord, [C] it took me back [D] to something that [Am] I lost somewhere [D]
somehow along [G] the way. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned. _
_ _ _ _ _ Is there something in [D] a Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ _ makes the body feel [G] alone? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [C] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome as [G] the sound _ _ _ _ _ _ _ of a sleeping city [D] _ sidewalk. _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ Then Sunday morning, I [G] looked down. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In the park, I saw a daddy _ [C] with a laughing little [Bm]
girl that he [G] was swinging. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Then I stopped beside a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] were singing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Then [G] I headed across the street and [C] somewhere far away a lonely bell [G] was ringing. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
And Lord, [C] it echoed through [D] the canyons like [Em] the _ disappearing [D]
dream of [G] yesterday. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday morning _ [C] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [G] was stoned. _
_ _ _ _ _ Is there something in [D] a Sunday _ _ _ [A] that _ [D] _ _ makes the body [G] feel alone? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [C] short of _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound _ _ _ _ _ _ _ of a sleeping _ [D] city sidewalk. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Then _ Sunday morning, _ [G] coming down.
[E] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] God bless you, Johnny Kennedy.
God bless you, Chris Kristopher. _ _ _
What a fabulous song, huh? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with [C] no way to [D] hold my head that [G] didn't hurt.
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
And the beer I had for breakfast [Bm] wasn't [Em] bad, so I had one [G] more for [D]
dessert.
_ _ _ _ [F#] Then [G] I tumbled in my closet [C] through my clothes and found my cleanest, [G] dirtiest shirt.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ And then I [C] washed my [D] face and combed my hair [Am] and stumbled down [D] the stairs to meet the day. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] I smoked my mind the night before [C] with cigarettes and [Bm] the songs [G] I'd been picking. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Then I lit my first and watched a small [Em] kid playing with a can that he [D] was kicking.
Then _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] I walked across the street and caught the [C] Sunday smell of some one [G] frying chicken. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ And Lord, [C] it took me back [D] to something that [Am] I lost somewhere [D]
somehow along [G] the way. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday [C] morning sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that [G] I was stoned. _
_ _ _ _ _ Is there something in [D] a Sunday _ _ _ that _ _ _ makes the body feel [G] alone? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [C] short of dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome as [G] the sound _ _ _ _ _ _ _ of a sleeping city [D] _ sidewalk. _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ Then Sunday morning, I [G] looked down. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In the park, I saw a daddy _ [C] with a laughing little [Bm]
girl that he [G] was swinging. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Then I stopped beside a Sunday school [Em] to listen to the song that they [D] were singing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Then [G] I headed across the street and [C] somewhere far away a lonely bell [G] was ringing. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
And Lord, [C] it echoed through [D] the canyons like [Em] the _ disappearing [D]
dream of [G] yesterday. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ On a Sunday morning _ [C] _ sidewalk, _ _ _ _ _ I'm wishing, Lord, that I [G] was stoned. _
_ _ _ _ _ Is there something in [D] a Sunday _ _ _ [A] that _ [D] _ _ makes the body [G] feel alone? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And there's nothing _ [C] short of _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ half as lonesome [G] as the sound _ _ _ _ _ _ _ of a sleeping _ [D] city sidewalk. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Then _ Sunday morning, _ [G] coming down.
[E] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] God bless you, Johnny Kennedy.
God bless you, Chris Kristopher. _ _ _
What a fabulous song, huh? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _